The gift of your breathe
The continuous rythym of your heartbeat
The sweet sound of your cries
All things I will never know
And though you were not fit for life
You were the only life I treasured so
With tears I expect your departure
Not fully formed so,
Your sweet corpse lay now in my womb.
The soured blood pulled you from me,
Hands, eyes, face, all formed more,
More than the experts had said,
and I looked at you, for eternity,
am still looking at you, Forever,
the child that never could be,
never will be,
That now lay beneath the jefferson rose,
Forever present in me,
Never present.
