Creating Narrative Art - Winefred Caldwell

 

Series Title: “The Air Was Heavy”

“Because breath was precious, and memory heavier still.”

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When the wind changed, we didn’t speak —

 
We burned the sheets and whispered prayers.

 
The sickroom swallowed breath and light,

 
“Keep out,” they wrote, as neighbors stared.

 
The room after was nothing but dust,

 
And the orphan train did not turn back.