My Child

Liz Delaney

 


              

There was a phone call, 


and then a knock upon my door.


Their presence there.  . . an attempt to relieve.


They told me that you were “no more.”


I listened, I heard. .  . but could not conceive.



Surely the words i feel, and the images I see


were only meant to deceive.


A childlike smile, murmurs of your voice,


Catches of laughter I can still perceive.


Heartbeats had been played to me. Once bonded,           


our union could never be cleaved.



A thousand caresses.  Unconditional love.


I watched your dreams become achieved.


Though you grew and aspired,


lived and desired,


I knew you would never leave.


Yet, a careless gesture, a text, or a drink


Fatefully unravelled, did a love unweave.



My beautiful gift cannot be gone.


The crumbs of life are all that’s left . . .


I have been so naive.


Too many thoughts,


Feelings of love have been lost.


The nurturer becomes the bereaved.



lizdelaney2009@yahoo.com

 

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