In my dreams Emma sometimes speaks, which she can’t. I wake bereft, flooded by the spillover of losses and longings I keep dammed up.
I can’t stop my heart.
It recedes and reaches – twists
into one strong hope
holding the connection between now and not yet. How kind God is to send Elizabeths into my life, schooled in the long wait, to bring courage into my reality and ready to rejoice over the womb of hope within me.
© 2016 – Laurel Archer
With gratefulness to all the Elizabeths in my life.
Photo Credit: Barbara Mutch; Artist: Cynthia McAlister
Poetry form, Haibun