Bad news

Bad news

My little child, how do I bear the bad news

Through the pulsing blood along my fingers, my hand on your cheeks 

You feel the faintness

You feel the cracks

As my hands fall, you ask me

Why does it have to be this way

My love, it was never my choice

My small heart and the good things in it 

The heaviness in my stomach and all that fell out

Little girl, you could not catch it all, they piled onto you until you couldn’t see anymore

Love pulled on your skin until the fat peeled away

She showed you life and all the good things in it

If I give you a kiss on the forehead,

A tap on the ripple, wiping it smooth

You’ll fall into it, my love, it needs to be this way

It all needs to happen in order, for you to reach eternity

For you to keep the good things 

To let them pulse out of your small heart, through your forehead, and along your fingers

So you can tell your little girl,

It was never bad news