Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXVII
In Total Silence. Don't make a sound, write in whispers if you must. The theme is silence. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Born, Silent
Frail, her heartbeat faded 'way
Silent chamber; her shroud
Angelic babe, to sleep always
Fluttering wings surround
Mother carries, still, her child
Grief bemoans a dirge
Resting place; tomb, undefiled
Her womb, she's soon to purge
Born, absent of life and breath
To seas of tears; bereft
Innocence, entombed in death
Her father's chin and cleft
Cradled; pine and ivory
Silk garments draped in place
Blankets laid; white lilies
Her soul more pure than they
Fragile hearts are broken
Tears speak; no words define
Each time her name is spoken
Echoes sorrow, still carried, alive
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