Song sung blue.

Song sung blue.

Bridge the loneliness

with words and actions, 

But the tears fall

sniveling down the cheeks, children ask questions deep.

Is it life we love or 

is it them? 

Difficult a question 

that I know having them

nine months more. 

The tears come

quick and fast 

no answer to that 

have for them, alas! 

I take my thoughts 

to bed at night, 

mulling over the past 

and present. 

From where does 

the yawning come, 

that gap of unanswerable 

queries? 

Talking to them I lie 

with a wet pillow 

under my eyes. 

Every now and then 

the question stares 

me in the face. 

Darkness hears 

the soundless songs

of sadness 

embedded in my soul. 

For I cry 

when I've hurt 

my child the most.