Angel In the Amnion

In this dream I held a doll, yet an empty shell Your soul filled it with life; I felt the quickening The next week mom felt your tiny wings fluttering Unforeseen test results turned our heaven to hell A needle through her abdomen, wife's jaw gritted Tiny form bouncing on the screen, as if in play Needle entered your sanctum; you pushed it away Tiny hands, yet so deliberate—you hit it! When you say formless dread can sink into your bones Is it so crazy that my conscience becomes torn? Did we wound you deep even before you were born? Was it the needle violating your first home? 3/31/16 Iambic hexameter quatrains: abba cddc effe For contest: The Alphabet Contest, Letter A