Huyana

There are marks upon his forearms
Where she had desperately clung to life.
She finally releases her iron grip
and takes one last breath.

Zigzags and triangles around her eyes
gently shift as tension and despair fade,
melting into innocent peace.

He curls the locks of her auburn hair
around his rough and callused fingers.
Shimmering tears force their way
down his dusty cheeks.

He smoothes the folds of her dress
and delicately touches the beads
encircling her slender neck.
The beads that he had tied so lovingly
around her on the day they met.

A faint cry startles him,
stirring his heart from his reverie,
and he looks down at the
baby wrapped in his arms.

In a soft voice, he whispers,
You shall be Huyana,
For your were born under
the falling rain of my tears.



Written Tuesday, January 31, 2012 - 3:15pm