Stars Beyond Stormclouds
by Taylor Graham

I heard her on the back porch
singing to her child.
She thought no one was listening,
not even shadows of the dark.
She called her son
by names no one else would know –
the terrible-bright passages
of birth, his first
pale lisp of milky morning.
Sang him into being
once again. Her own,
her baby lost. Sang to bring
him safe
back into her world.

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