Monday, 30 June 2014

Stillborn

for David and Catherine Bailey

I drench my cheeks for you, my child,
Who bore with my expectancy
A reverie of pleasantries,
Adrift before I saw you smile.
This loss brings desolation true
For all of us you never knew.

Your tragedy has plagued my heart:
I fell from thrilled euphoria
To grief itself, then nausea,
Where happiness was torn apart.
This grief would not disturb my nights
If you had had the chance to fight.

For then I’d say At least you felt
The love I always held for you,
And felt the joys of feeling too;
But no, the cards that I’ve been dealt
Reveal the sorrows of my lot:
Dejection, and an empty cot.

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