Chloe's Vision
A heavy quietness hung
as I waited with Mum and Dad
and Chloe.
I professed my sympathy,
my sorrow.
Their response was emptiness
unexpressed;
while Chloe, hugged
her teddy.
It seemed a long time
till the Midwife came
with the basket;
precious;
laid upon the bed.
Quietly she folded back the cover
and there
was Alexander;
a big name for a tiny form,
dark red,
almost black,
and lifeless.
The simple prayer I said,
dropped
words of faith that sank,
into the abyss.
Chloe peered
over the edge;
“Isn't he beautiful?
He has two eyes, a nose and a mouth.”
Shoulders heaved,
tears flowed,
washing the darkness of the form
we saw.
With Chloe we saw.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2018
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