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Aftermath of Sad

by Kristina Woodhill

In the aftermath of sad
I dreamed of a baby
where I wrapped the
soft around you snug,
and because you could
not walk
it did not matter,
and because you could
not hold your head up
it did not matter,
and because the sounds
that came were sweetly
incoherent
it did not matter.

11/08/2008

Posted on 11/08/2008
Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/08/08 at 06:43 PM

Awesome.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/08/08 at 06:45 PM

Awesome.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/08/08 at 07:56 PM

this feels incredibly peaceful to me. thank you.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/08/08 at 10:59 PM

I've read this again and again. It brings so many things to mind.

Posted by David Garner on 11/09/08 at 04:18 AM

really really beautiful. I love the repetition of "it did not matter".

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/10/08 at 01:30 PM

the poem is magic and nuanced and subtle and everything wonderful to behold.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/11/08 at 07:16 PM

There is a marvelous "feel" or sense of tenderness and warmth in this.

Posted by James Zealy on 11/12/08 at 10:07 PM

A life is never lost, even when it is. beautiful write Kristina.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/05/09 at 04:12 PM

Very sad, but sweet and touching at the same time. Excellent work!

Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/31/10 at 05:43 AM

we blink and look up towards the sky anyway, always have.

Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/05/14 at 07:46 AM

Brilliant!

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