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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Waiting

by Justine C. Tajonera

The sound you make
is fainter than the sound
of rain softly falling outside
our windows.

I turn inwards
just to listen.

I cannot imagine yet
what whorls are forming
on your fingers
what dreams you might have
upon first waking.

I close my eyes
and try to see.

I try to think of my own mother,
humming, looking out the window,
waiting for me to touch her
through our barrier of skin.

I share her smile now.
I am waiting to see
yours.

6 comments:

The Hungry Writer said...

Yes! The intimate and present memory of a lover. I like it very much.

Justine said...

It's interesting to see your interpretation. It *is* about intimacy but it was meant to be more specifically about motherhood. Thanks for dropping a line. :)

Life-Mission said...
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Anonymous said...

uyy... mom to be? congrats! :) ~ivy

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