In some cultures the birth of a girl is met with grief. Often the child is killed directly after birth, sometimes with poison but some are also buried alive. This acrostic is for her.
Flower of the deeper soil
Forgive me for not knowing
Leaving you folded and frail
Of your life I knew so little
Where your eyes shut in your grave?
Every bone now braided brittle
Resting scattered in your jail
On this soil no names are written
Flowers root on your remains
There are poppies on your innocence
Hortensia`s on your undone
Every last kiss kissed by rain, every embrace by the sun
Deeper soil still holds your fright
Echoes of your last cry still lingers
Earth holds a little girl
Pale bones of tiny feet and fingers
Eternal is your presence here
Ribbons of flowers tied with care
Silent sister birds are singing
Of your holy return to earth
In a better place someone is waiting
Longing for a soul´s rebirth
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2009-06-29 at 20:48
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