Death

Today we are burying my newborn for the third time

The first was a boy. He took only a few breaths in this world,

His hands like tender blossom, his face had a cherubic smile,

I held him close for the first and last time,

So hard to let him go, but I knew I had to try.

The second time, it was a girl.

She had my eyes and her daddy’s curls.

She was gone way before I knew,

Dead inside, from the world I withdrew

The third time, I was so very determined,

To do everything absolutely right

Praying and wishing, she would absolutely stay,

But she grew weaker and weaker by the day.

All hopes lost, heart shattered, we said our goodbyes

Someday, in afterlife our spirits will collide…