We buried her three days ago
A little life with dried tubers
On the seventh day the child died
The house is so quiet now
But where is Sonia?
Dream that my little baby came to life again
And that we rubbed it before the fire
And it lived. Awake and find no baby
Why should I fast? Because God so loved the world,
I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.
Cameron Skye Wheeler holds a BA in English from Toronto Metropolitan University. She is studying for her MA in English at the University of Toronto where she researches 18th and 19th century book history and material culture in Britain. In her spare time she knits and writes poetry and fiction. Her work is self-published online and in the White Wall Review.
As a luddite, Cameron does not use social media. She is also a poor texter. She will, however, respond with a lengthy epistle should you decide to send her an email.
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