19
Sep
10

A son

A son
For Harvey

You mash your face up
expose your meaty eye sockets
and lurch like a blinded animal
your laughter like glee tipped bullets.

God, I love you.

Later, when you’re asleep
I creep into your room
put my hand over your little hands
and sit for a while, watching you breathe.

© Vanessa Page 2010

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2 Responses to “A son”


  1. 1 Danielle Page
    October 27, 2010 at 1:03 am

    This is powerful… forced a large tear out of my meaty eye socket…. x

  2. 2 Leica Beevers
    February 14, 2011 at 9:04 am

    Vanessa,

    I love this poem about Harvey. It is a very raw and powerful image and one I can relate to personally.

    Thankyou,

    Leica


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