a tiny infant
barely grown
holds out her hands
towards the light
her mother's breast
leans down from above
lending all the strength and love
dry those tears, all is well
a father's bristly beard
scratches his daughter's soft cheek
as he gives a farewell kiss
the man's tear splashing silently
an angel's sigh with soft regret
the child will leave behind
a small wish of lingering.
she doesn't even have a name
is there a divine plan?
will this sad family ever be?
prayers and hopes go out
to that tiny child,
who left without me. |