Geraldine Fernandez

In your tender sleep, thy child cries
Bullied and tortured by ruthless foes
Amidst pain, I threw arms in the sky
Asleep thou are to comfort my woes.

In your slumber, they child weeps
My eyes grow wide, my arms go lame
Blood drips from me while thou sleep
Beyond that, lo! my heart aflame.

In your sleep, thy child dies
Preserving peace in my heart
Thy child dies so that your eyes
May open with a start.