A Father's Remorseful Lament
They are slain for none their sins,
But of mine-
For Mine very sins,
Their sin was just being my kids;
Who died before birth:
Pining, suffocating in the mother's womb.
He was lonely or they were twins
Or their mother's kind notion;
Slain is their mild smile,
Infant innocence of wild emotions.
Their mother even did share their pine,
Their endless pain brought them alone
To the Death's black shine.
Their pleasures ended without the term (pleasure) known,
Their wild esctacy has never been shown.
If ever those foreheads-
These lips shall kiss?
If ever this heart-
Can have their companying bliss?
Vain are these longings,
Impossible is the bliss.
No love no care,
No nourishing ever known
When parental cruelty was all to be done.
She (their mother) might have her suppressed sorrows
I couldn't feel those white hues.
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