Stand here, close your eyes,
There! Feel it?
Swaying, in steady circles,
forlorn and not decreasing.
Time has not healed.

His hand swelled,
blotchy blue.
She tried, and cried.
Had to kneel ,
to touch the floor,
the impact of the loss
hits a woman so hard.

"It's not your fault,
go to the light in peace,"
she said, tears in her eyes,
as She tries so hard.
For the mother of the
Child who fell down to the yard.