From the cradle there's
silence where gurgling
screams of innocently
vibrant laughter used
to sparkle with pure
unbound young life.

Ghostlike fragrance waft
around the room as if he's
still there but I just can't
see him. Why can't I see him.

Devoid of movement, cherub
hands exploring the horizons
over the edge but it was okay
as I would catch him.
I would always be there
To catch him.

No sunlight pierces the cold
forbidding room as it used
to only days before as if
blessings were raining down
from a loving God. No more.
Just shadows darkening the
bright, crushing Piglet in
its cool menacing embrace.

From the cradle no breath issues.
No warmth radiates life's gift.
Can't sense the eternal bond
Between mother and child.

From the cradle,
echoes of silence tear through me.
I'm always there to catch him.
Always.

From the cradle
the broken promise of always
mocks me in my unending grief.

No always.
No tomorrow.
No ever.
Just here and now.
Me and the cradle in the stillness.

Let them weep in their finery.
I shall stay with his cradle.
I will never let him fall again.
 
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