William’s Mulberry Tree

William,
Each stitch, pricked finger,
Bruised thumb, numb hand,
Is for you, my love.

Those
Soiled roots, straining to
Thrust deeper beneath earth
Graft our buried future.

Dewy leaves sing
Secrets of shared fortune.
Ripe berries promise children
I’ll bear for you.

Will,
As darkness cloaks our bed
This woven tree stands witness.
And I am afraid,
But I am not afraid.

Elen Lewis

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