HEART TO MEND

A WOMAN AND HER LOSS OF A BABY

It will never
be the same again.

He won't be back,
and the baby's gone
some place wherever
dead babies go.

There's this ache
and hurt deep down,
almost so deep
you'd need
a diver's gear
to get to it.

Do hearts break
and bleed?
I mean really
break and bleed?

He said:
get over it,
and left
when I couldn't
or wouldn't
according to him.

Do you know
what it's like
to lose a baby?
Huh?
I said to him.

He said something
about it happens
all the time,
and I said nothing
but walked to the end
of the garden
and whispered
a thousand prayers.

Tears blinded my path
and I saw nothing,
but drowned views
and things.

Baby was there
as it was
in my arms
that last time
and I wanted
to hold it
until God's
chosen end
and my head
and heart to mend.