The Ultrasound
He burned as he turned to her,
and in his coldest voice,
he lectured on loss
"Fault," he said, "is out the window. Things like these were always
meant to be."
"Just a silica wisp on some DNA strand or another.
Terribly impossible to detect, but harshly unable to deny."
Who could have foreseen nine weeks of
nourishment, hope and warmth,
would actually stop flourishing at
eight weeks?
The minute whisper of a heart beat to never beat again.
:To baby Gage or Cara as I sit and contemplate your first and last sonogram photo.:
and in his coldest voice,
he lectured on loss
"Fault," he said, "is out the window. Things like these were always
meant to be."
"Just a silica wisp on some DNA strand or another.
Terribly impossible to detect, but harshly unable to deny."
Who could have foreseen nine weeks of
nourishment, hope and warmth,
would actually stop flourishing at
eight weeks?
The minute whisper of a heart beat to never beat again.
:To baby Gage or Cara as I sit and contemplate your first and last sonogram photo.: