The Blood & The Bones

I picked out black dresses standing in my closet, shuffling the hangers back and forth trying to find the best one.

I picked out black dresses to wear for my mother who’s heart has not stopped beating but they said that it could.

I picked out black dresses and I wondered if the doctor knew how cold his voice had been.

I picked out black dresses and I thought of her voice and prayed that I would hear it again.

I picked out black dresses and the cracks in my heart spread through thinking I may have to tell my son that she’s gone.

I picked out black dresses and I forced myself not to cry because they all needed me to be strong.

I picked out black dresses and wondered if I had said I love you as often as I should or that the love she gave was just right.

I picked out black dresses and I prayed with all that I am that God would give us more time.

the blood

& the bones