She’s always been worried about me;
the glass eye in my head,
cleft lip and palate,
stunted growth.
She tells me sometimes a tree stump
wrapped in plastic
all winter long,
blooms to life come spring.
She wants me to believe in miracles,
presumes to pass me
like an offering plate
before the altar.
She says when I was born
the nurses gave her a rose
for each day I spent
in the ICU tied to tubes.
She shows me a bouquet,
now dead and dry,
tells me to touch them
and they’ll come to life.
I stretch out my arm,
let my fingers fall like rain,
until the only sound I hear
is the noise of her tears.
Angel Zapata has had poems appear in Every Day Poets, Apollo’s Lyre, The Absent Willow Review, The Short Story Library, and Gloom Cupboard.
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14 Responses to “THE NOISE OF HER TEARS • by Angel Zapata”
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September 8th, 2010 at 6:01 am
Well done, Angel.
September 8th, 2010 at 6:58 am
Very affectingly expressed.
September 8th, 2010 at 9:19 am
Achingly beautiful poem, Angel.
September 8th, 2010 at 12:20 pm
Beautiful poem. Simple, elegant, insightful and sincere.
September 8th, 2010 at 3:05 pm
Gets to me more with each reading…Ahh!
September 8th, 2010 at 5:11 pm
Simple, soft, melodic and potent – a good combo
September 8th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
Gorgeous. Moving without getting maudlin. Good, honest stuff, Angel. Peace…
September 8th, 2010 at 7:26 pm
What a haunting ending. It makes me want to know more while feeling an incredible sense of melancholy.
September 9th, 2010 at 9:00 am
What an ache this brings on. It is truly a miracle for the blind to see. Beautiful write, Angel.
September 9th, 2010 at 1:11 pm
Beautiful. I love the title repeated in the final line.
September 9th, 2010 at 9:34 pm
Strikingly beautiful-straight from the heart. Congrats, Angel.
September 19th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
This is a very touching poem.
October 26th, 2010 at 9:24 am
Very Honest! Can I have another?
November 9th, 2010 at 3:53 pm
Very beautiful poem!