A Poem For The Child In My Heart

If, oh if, my boy had lived,

This year, I'd search for candles... sixteen,

A flame in each, a wish, a dream,

Lost in the echo of a silent scream.

Loss, a dance of endless twirls,

Grief, it weaves, it ebbs, it swirls,

haunting and strangely pretty,

In life's relentless, bustling city.

In my heart, a cradle sways,

For the child, my soul forever prays,

Unheld hands, unrocked sleep,

In love's depth, endlessly deep.

Parenthood, a perilous peak,

Vulnerability at its most bleak,

Our children, sands of time,

Slipping through fingers, a rhythm, a rhyme.

We gaze at them in awe, in wonder,

Like sand, they drift, they pull asunder,

We hold, not tight, but cherish the sight,

In their fleeting path, our hearts alight.

Luv,

Saj