Ken's Poetry

Say It Aloud

My baby died.
I need to tell someone.
Not the easiest line to drop
into a conversation.
“Hi John! My baby died.”
or
“Did you watch the film last night,
reminds me … my baby died.”
or
“Hi! How’s the kids?”

Death buys
dead silence,
a real party stopper.

I’ll just write it down.
My baby died
ten years ago.
You say it
out loud
it has to be said
in case
in my mind’s last resting place
the echo also dies.