Ghost

BY P.L. Franki Franklin

There’s an invisible baby at our house


With you in one arm I can feel
his weight not there in the other
In your toothless grin I see
the absence of his smile

The soundless sound of his laughter
comes to me in your chortles
Your tiny fingers clutch at me and I feel
his featherless touch lighter
than his final breath

You are whole and precious
and complete to me but
In your shadow I see the baby who isn’t there

There’s an invisible baby in my heart

For my twins Rhys William Franklin Hatton 5/14/96-5/17/97, and Ian George Franklin Hatton, his survivor

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