My Child
My Child
My womb was filled with joyous pain
Feeling little fingers tapping my inner wall
Demanding the door of life be hither open
Birth
Tears of joy at baby cries
Tears streaming down my eyes
Blood streaming down my thighs
Little one I begged to hold
Cutting chord, the music dithered
Silence of the nightmare would not whither
Doth the pain and the joy both inflict
Mixed in blood bringing thee to my knees
We sobbed, the black clouds overhead ominously hanging
My child, lifeless and her body dead
Thistle bush and thorn cutting through my heart
Midwife ran into the bleak night
Knowing my sanity was held lass by a string
No miracles from heaven, on broken wings
I loved her to death inside my womb
We both to be buried by tomorrow at noon
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