Poem: I Didn’t Cry

(Also I’m lying to you.  I so did cry.  I cry about it often.  I know, I know, happy poems.  Stop thinking or writing about loss.  Well, I’ll return that to you after you’ve lost.

And… I wrote this poem long before I lost them.)

I didn’t Cry

I didn’t cry when I saw the baby dead.
I held no fear; I held no dread.
The wings are whispered, clearly drawn.
So wrapped they are with physical form.
No tears should fall from this sweet face.
Such wings only a baby brings.

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