You don't know how I feel,
and I don't think you ever will.
I had held a blank slat of possibilities,
possibilities like first smile,
fist step,
1,564,000 step,
first book read,
first love,
true love.
All these possibilities and yet...
his eyes closed for the last time,
they closed and they were empty
his blank slat had been completely covered over,
as if a sharpie had written on each square inch of it.
So you don't know how I feel.
You never held your new born baby
and had him die right in front of you
and I hope you never do!
The Train Continues
The train went clanking,
Over the rickety tracks.
It goes around and around,
Over the allegedly rotting planks.
Pushed onto the train is a baby carriage.
With a baby and a cookie in hand.
The sunlight shine on him.
The train continues across the land.
Through the tunnel, in the darkness,
Races the train with all its passengers.
Sometimes there is a break in the darkness
From the light of light bulbs.
"Daddy's girl" was written on her shirt.
The young girl was startled by the dark.
Her heart pounded; Her mouth cried.
Oblivious to her cries, the train circled.
Shinning from the window is light.
Spotlighted is a woman in her early thirties.
With her blue hair, she shows her might.
To block the sun, she puts on her sunglasses.
The train stops.
The doors open.
Reluctantly a man with white hair,
Stands up from his seat.
Slowly walking to the door near.
Making his way to the light's heat.
The doors took awhile to close;
As if paying respect to the old man.
But as they must, the doors closed.
The train doesn't wait for any man.
The train continued clanking,
Over the rickety tracks.