There was deep sorrow in his eyes <br />He looked at me and said <br />-We tried it all; I speak no lies <br />The baby was born dead <br /> <br />I stared at him with disbelief <br />I felt the flood of sweat <br />How will I ever find relief? <br />My robe was now all wet! <br /> <br />She came out dead; she did not breathe <br />Her heart was very weak <br />I myself now wish not to breathe <br />No longer comfort seek <br /> <br />I saw her lifeless body pale <br />I saw her tiny fist <br />Why must her tiny heart just fail? <br />And she will not exist! <br /> <br />I fall into a rage and scream <br />I crawl out from the room <br />I try to focus but I scream <br />Her birthday is my doom! <br /> <br />I fall onto a rug outside <br />I blame myself and God! <br />Why were no angels by her side? <br />And where was selfish God? <br /> <br />I wish to become part of dirt <br />Unwanted and unseen <br />I will not survive this deep hurt <br />Remove please now my spleen. <br /> <br />I lift my head and see above <br />A father with his child <br />I feel familiar love above <br />I turn; I see; Ghost mild <br /> <br />My deceased husband stands there <br />And in his arms is she! <br />I wish to reach out but don’t dare <br />Melissa, it is she!<br /><br />Dmitriy Kokarev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melissa-3/
