'Oh darling,
Come here and I'll make it better.'
And so you swam through the tides of trouble
To meet arms like a sunny horizon
Where you believed you were saved.
and his kiss on the cheek was too near
To baby lips.
But safety blinded your baby eyes
Oh, sweet child
Don't blame your velvet fingers
For their stillness
Nor those arms that could not
persuade the determined ones.
And your muffled sobs
Were loud and deep
As your soul would sing
That night.
Sweet baby,
the numbers are not at fault
For they do as numbers do
And grow your hair,
Wrinkle your eyes
And stretch your legs to the sky.
It is not the numbers who caused the affair,
'84 and '04
should have no relationship but DNA.
But the filth of evil
Perserveres
even beneath love and
A sweet baby's shield
You may sleep, dear child
Fear no longer waits in the darkness
In your room
After baby coo's
Goodnight.
For fear rests in a cement hell
Where he will face the fists
You know too well
And this lovely
Damaged
Baby,
Will heal.