Stillborns Cry

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green

 

 

I knew you were free,

but

I still mourned.

I wanted you.

I wanted you to

feel pain—

to laugh and cry,

to be held,

to whine,

to bruise the knee,

bruise the spirit,

be comforted—

to be human.

But

your humanity lies in ashes,

part of a hundred trees and bushes

that live,

and you don’t.

You are free to be

with God,

but

I still mourn . . .

At your birth, I cried

when you didn’t.

 

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