An Ode to Lost Parenthood

Actions move too quickly Pain is in the heart Blood gushes thickly Two lives fly apart A mother’s cry is heard Yet no one was the burden Music always helps her calm But the small chirps of a bird Can’t mend the pain of hurting The doctor squeezes her shivering palm To despair the little things Won’t change the numbness of the past For despair will break the wings And rip the heart in half A father’s voice hums The tune to a lullaby As he wipes away a falling tear He feels the grasp of a baby’s thumb And can almost hear its little cry It’s only been a year