You neither get to hold baby on your hands
Nor see his world’s beauty and talents
At birth, his eyes closed, heart and body stationary
It was a thunderbolt announcement: “He didn’t make it!”
Your hearts gave up in unison on the aborted dream
You wept, you mourned and deeply reflected
There the Lord’s comforting hope sprinkled
You held on to the voice: “Weep not. Baby is safe. Try again!”
Adieu that sinless soul!