Song sung blue.

Bridge the loneliness
With words one knows,
But the tears fall
Sniveling the cheeks;
Children ask questions deep,
Is it life we love
Or is it them?
Difficult a question,
That I know;
Having nurtured it
Nine months more.
Tears come
Quick  and fast
But no answer
Knocks the door.


I take it to my bed
At night,
Mulling over the past
And present;
Where does this
Yawning come
This gap of
Unanswerable queries?

Talking to them I lie,
On a wet pillow
Under my eyes;
Every now and then
The question stares
Me in the face.
Darkness hears
The soundless song
Of tears,
Embedded in my soul.
The walls heave
A sigh,
For I cry
When I've hurt
My child, the most.