That frightful
night I sat in silence,
Scrolling through
the so-called important English words
And committing
Italian vocabulary to memory.
A mess
encircled my window of truth
And I sifted
until I found the vibrant thing
Screaming “Mother”!
until I calmed it.
It trembled
my heart with the dreadful news
And I took
my leave of words, both of the Anglo and the Latin.
Finding a
place to match silence with solitude
My heart
shook my core
And I gave
it up to the Heavens;
“Spare him!
If permanent condition Thy will intent,
Spare him!
Spare him and take me instead!”
The world
could ne’er understand
The joy I felt
when truth revealed
An’ proved the
malady a temporary.
My love is
full.
