Jalin Poem by Lesa MRK

Never to speak your name-
But to have loved you.
Never to have seen your face-
But to have cradled you in dreams.

My baby boy, child of my heart;
I did not desert you!
You were my first, my infant son-
And I loved you.

To return to the hill,
Below the mighty oak,
To that wee little grave so small....
Oh, never again can I look-
Nor can I speak your sweet name.
I vow it forever and to the ends of the earth....
JALIN.