Without Water

“We die without water,” Rosemerry read by the river.
But I am not thinking of the fact that, indeed,
If we do not drink water, we will die.
Instead, I am remembering the water
You couldn’t swallow, that dripped off
Your cracked lips. Your cloudy, tearless eyes.
Our quiet mother holding a full glass so near your face.


2 Responses to “Without Water”

  1. eduardo says:

    rather than words i wish my awed, reverent, attentive, grateful, gracefilled silence serve as my comment

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