Upon Waking Fifty Years Ago

No breath

cold

white

silence

I try to breathe

into him

it is his first night

in his own nursery

with colorings of crayons

by his sisters

their names

on the walls

now a morgue. 

Poetry & Illustration by FawnRising©2021
February 10, 2021 
Le Lac du mon Père
Crystal Lake Florida Earth