A little boy
In so much pain
Fill him with medicine
And fluid
Yet the pain won’t go away

His body shakes
And trembles
From all the fluids being pumped
Inside of him

Being poked and prodded
With needles and such
Wishing I could take away his pain
Being a mother, I’m hurting for him so much

There’s nothing I can do
But sit back and watch
Hoping my boy will come around at once

I’m not complaining for wanting pity from you
This is my son, it’s what I have to do
I just want support and love from all
To help me through these scary falls

As a parent
You want to protect your child
I’m being strong for him to encourage my boy
Even if it’s been very wild

God please watch over him
Help us get through this crazy
Wild
Scary
Time in our lives
Little Ethan... your a true fighter.

in the hall, I listen as she calls out
his name

not aware I am there,
nor would she care

if I open the door without making
a sound,

I purloin a few seconds to watch her
before she sees me

when her eyes catch mine,
she looks away

the morning sun makes a sympathetic effort
to light our room

"our" room which from which I have
been excommunicated

the drapes she sewed only last summer
are never open

that is her world, staring through
baby blue curtains

which mute the half light of morning,
though not enough

not enough to blind her to the spot
where her son's crib waited

until I committed the unpardonable
sin of taking it to the cold cellar

only a fortnight after our stillborn child
was placed in the ground

Withered roses rushed up on shore ,
petals in tact but a sickly brown.
Three unknown but one of yours
makes me cringe and turn around .

Amidst the chaos of the world
The biggest weapon is locked and loaded
               Will fall victim to crime