Sunlight punctures through
breaking silence from
my windowpane memory.
Yesterday’s joy emerge
in a heartbeat
of cold anguish.
Laying on clouds
made from froth
atop his stein.
The sweet child
of long ago
rolling on hemp.
Fist clinches rose
petals and lilac
fields of satin.
Hold my breath
release nicotine failing
white blood cells.
All my willpower
could not protect
their dying lifeblood.
Babs Work In Progress 