Isn’t it strange what life can bring?
Here today, tomorrow has gone away.
What would be a purpose?
Of those young breaths,
thrive in a moment, and suddenly cut short
What a shame could be,
As a mask of life unveiled
Zoom.. larger and more explicit
Bottled cries and sad wishes
Questions after questions left unsettled
The stale porridge and untouched
Cannot stop the heat of anger that builds up
The lethargy of a mother for her unborn child
In the cottage of dreams and hope,
Given and taken in a moment.