There was deep sorrow in his eyes
He looked at me and said
-We tried it all; I speak no lies
The baby was born dead
I stared at him with disbelief
I felt the flood of sweat
How will I ever find relief?
My robe was now all wet!
She came out dead; she did not breathe
Her heart was very weak
I myself now wish not to breathe
No longer comfort seek
I saw her lifeless body pale
I saw her tiny fist
Why must her tiny heart just fail?
And she will not exist!
I fall into a rage and scream
I crawl out from the room
I try to focus but I scream
Her birthday is my doom!
I fall onto a rug outside
I blame myself and God!
Why were no angels by her side?
And where was selfish God?
I wish to become part of dirt
Unwanted and unseen
I will not survive this deep hurt
Remove please now my spleen.
I lift my head and see above
A father with his child
I feel familiar love above
I turn; I see; Ghost mild
My deceased husband stands there
And in his arms is she!
I wish to reach out but don’t dare
Melissa, it is she!
Dmitriy Kokarev
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melissa-3/
