Though I never knew your name
nor had the time it seemed
to give you voice
you cried to me
in your little silence
And it’s not your fault
my little one
that you nested to a place
that could not hold you
or for long
Somewhere in the dark our compasses just went wrong
Like Mama you just wanted a home
as quickly as you could
and we found places too small to fit
At night I heard you dream
or so it seemed
with rattle and bell
of every birthday you’ll never have
In the searing dawn they took you then
Doctors and knives
tubes and blood
and I am so sorry, Miss
They drew you away
and me too it seemed
and left this valley
upon my womb
where no river will ever run again
-k.rolly
