What Is Left To Say
Huddled, hands entwined as one,
the thoughts, the dread
felt like a terrifying storm,
its destruction powerfully felt.
As the tear flowed freely
and anxieties grew,
they clung tighter, closer;
though they already knew.
The room though non-sterile
reeked an aura of death,
for in this solemn room;
their worst fears were met.
As the doctor walked in
eyes stoic, stature tall,
he uttered the words;
your baby is gone.
She fought with the spirit
of one wise beyond her years,
you may be with your baby;
her sweet soul is now free.
Huddled, hands entwined as one,
they wept together, what was left to say.
The drunk driver who killed their baby
in this karmic world;
would pay; would pay.
Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006
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