Family Tree

by stevenjaysen

I’m waiting for a word

There’s aching in my womb

Who is it that I heard?

 

Your voices become blurred

And flora comes to bloom

I’m waiting for a word

 

My heartbeats are now slurred

And echo in this room

Who is it that I heard?

 

They call my space absurd

But think on not from whom

I’m waiting for a word

 

Tone in my brain demurred

Forever will it loom

Who is it that I heard

 

So two of us interred

Still, silent in our tomb

We’re waiting for a word

Who is it that we heard?