"An angel" , they'll say now , "born too early , not meant for this earth". A piece of me goes with her, as a piece went with her brother before her. How many pieces can I lose before, I too, cease to be?
A hush surrounds me in a busy room. No one wants to ask. Loneliness compounds; hope fades and rises and falls again.
A sisters joy causes my heart to break anew. My window is passing with no sign of our longed for miracle. How long can I continue?
In the deepest darkness of this, our last season, something shifts, a fragile spark. A little heart begins to beat , each precious month to be treasured.
The day I fear most brings wind and rain and a pain unlike any other. A scream is torn from me and tears fall freely, I know this will be the last time. My strength is waning, but always, for you, I give a little more. As I bring you forth, the world falls silent. No wind, no rain , the eye of a perfect storm. A pause that lasts forever before the sweetest sound, pitches straight to my soul. You cry.
The world starts again, but not as it was before.