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
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