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?