Wednesday, May 07, 2008

#174 Piper on the Death of His Baby

This is a poem by Abraham Piper (John's son) about the death of his own son. It was written around Easter time.

6 Months Gone at Easter Time

Empty hangers, empty closet, empty clothes.
Empty crib, empty bath.
Empty bottles, empty breasts.
Empty lungs, empty blood, empty heart.
Empty grave.





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