The baby
still born
just the brief time
to hold
before they
took her away.
You didn't
want her
to be taken
wanted
to hold her close
to stare
at the sleeping
features
unbreathing.
No farewell wave
or look making.
You wanted
to breath life
into her
small nostrils
kiss her into life
pray her eyes
would open
at the last moment
but the eyes
stayed closed.
Unmoving tiny
pink fingers
sculptured neat.
You wanted her
to suck
your milky dugs
but the lips
remained shut
pinky white
tingeing blue.
Just the still
born baby
and you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terry, beautifully composed, arranged, and worded. You drew a picture, you made us a part.....