Your breath was weighted while
I waited.
Age rattled your lungs and shook my senses.
Your abdomen swelled and subsided while
you battled the rhythm of the changing tides.
Hushed tones were privately whispered as I
acknowledged a lifetime.
Our time together
now brief.
Befitting were my tears and heightened fears.
Reluctantly you slipped into the abyss.
Caught somewhere in the in between while
the full Sturgeon Moon glowed
otherworldly.

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Elizabeth Ricketson

Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts.