Monday, September 6, 2010

My Children

Wounds too fresh to express distress,

I still see her eyes go gray,

The cancer had eaten her away,

Decision falls to me I must release her,

What is right I can't allow her to suffer,

In the final weeks she knew I was the one,

The only soul to see she was done,

Come with me and rest a while,

Too young to die so hard to say goodbye,

That night I had troubling dreams,

Kali was alive as a living apparition,

To visit my mind to consent submission,

A vision she shared of my love's future,

Darwin was sick and I had to let him go,

He lost hair and had grown deformed,

His desperate meow brings tearful storm,

Will I have the strength to grant him rest,

How impossible this pain I won't survive the test

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