Even the Angels Wept
Even the angels wept
A mother touched his cherub cheek
Trying to feel his heart beat weak
Crying softly as he slept
Oh and how the angles wept
The father watched each monitors peak
Mesmerized in electronic mystique
But the rise and fall were all inept
And again the angels wept
Grandma waiting for the babe to peek
Too heartbroken to even speak
Golden curls on his forehead swept
I tell you now, the angles wept
A nurse comes in for an IV tweak,
She tells the room, the chance is bleak.
But still the family, hope they kept
Wishing the angles had not wept
The father freezes, and the mother shrieks
It said the words no one could speak
Not a breath could they detect
In heaven, Oh! The angels wept
A tiny coffin made of teak
Ebony satin, soft and sleek
For his body, to protect
And even the angels wept
Copyright © Amber Bloom | Year Posted 2016
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