Cribs
She wakes up at midnight
to the sound of cooing,
Her half-closed eyes miss
the empty cribs next to her,
one blue and the other pink,
creaking to the sound of
each other. Her tee-shirt soaked,
she strains her ears to the sound
of crying, gurgling and cooing
noises
above and below her floor.
Her eyes lit up at a tiny whining
Sound three floors below
and she hugs her hands
to her chest, averting
her eyes to the empty cribs,
one blue and the other pink
singing to each other.
Padmini
Krishnan is from India and currently resides in Singapore. She writes haiku,
free verse poetry, and short stories. Her works have appeared in Writing in a
Woman's Voice, Under the Basho, Terror House Magazine, CafeLit, and Plum Tree
Tavern among others. Her e-chapbook was recently published in Proletaria.
This poem is incredibly beautiful.
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