Catalayah by Wendy Hara
I memorised the rhythm of your heart, almost inaudible but I heard you, a beating body inside a body being beaten.
Growing within me
Growing with me
The tiny footprints you made on the home we shared, I could never erase them, and you had me wrapped around your finger while his fingers were wrapped around my neck.
My daughter, you never felt the sun kiss your brown skin
My daughter, you never felt the sand tickle your tiny feet
My daughter, you never felt the river flow through you
My daughter, you never heard the love song the birds sing for you
My daughter, you never knew the love of your mother through the world she would show you
Because of a man who knew only of planting his seed inside me but could never tend to the flower that was to grow
And one day I hit the ground
And you shattered
And I bled
And you bled too
And you died
And I died too.
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