by E A M Harris
Yesterday my friend told me about her friend.
‘I knew him,’ she said, ‘many years ago.
He married a girl I used to know.
I introduced them.
Only three weeks’ courtship, then
they moved in with her mother.
‘How awful,’ said I, ‘what happened to the child?’
‘As far as I know,’ she said, ‘it died.’
I felt a pang, somewhere in my lower chest,
for a man I’ve never met,
a thirty year old death,
a failed birth.
E A M Harris is just starting out on her writing career.
#1 by ramseaLeah on August 19, 2011 - 1:06 pm
Liked the way you imparted the tragic story in so few lines. Look forward to more writing from you.
#2 by E A M Harris on August 19, 2011 - 4:15 pm
Thank you for your comment. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.