Letter to my never born son
Dear unborn child,I remember after me you were to bare my name, I was to hold you and look at you as a father would, with pride dripping from each of my eyes, I was to teach you to be the man my father never taught me to be, when you cry I would ease the hurt and place before you the simplest pleasure then watch you laugh without a care in the world and when you grow up I have so many stories to tell you, I’d tell you about the birds and the bees, how birds swore on wild winds as you should but like birds just know where home is when you feel the need to fly north when the winter winds come and I tell you how bees, like the first queen you meet, though beautiful they tend to sting.
The love floods and drips from her eyes, watching her seed fall back in the swallow of earth in a pool of blood, she couldn’t contain her screams growing louder as each tear cracks what pieces of her heart that remain. Ashes to ashes her soul was set alight as she watched God take her angel, as the pain brought to her knees, she remembered that when last she was on her knees she spoke to God so again she asked why God? Why part me with the only thing that makes sense in this confused world?