May we never forget
I scribe these words so that you may never forget.
In the words of ancient romans: "verba volant, scripta manent".
Indulge me please, these days, my quill composes with a unique object for prose.
I did try, you know, to cover subjects less morose,
But my muse refuses that I divert from this purpose.
Forgive me for my constant disturbance,
but there's no other to partake in this confidence.
I know you do not wish to speak nor hear
But from these thoughts my mind cannot stir.
While you shoved him at the back of your mind
Until the winds of time comes blowing
Sweeping up every memory left behind.
Day after day, at the birth of each morning,
He is erased, like a long lost memory, a story we're ashamed of telling.
I hold on to his memory, him I could never see
I hold on to these seconds, echoes of a heartbeat,
There, on that screen, my 3D sight...
of him, whose eyes would never see daylight.
How do I grieve for air, how can I even atone
Nothing of his remains, no face, no sound, no tombstone.
I know, for you all he ever was, immaterial therefore surreal.
Yet you worship, love and believe in this Unseen, All Mighty, Ô so real!
I allowed him to die before he was born
All because no love for us you could have borne...
Our finest traits he would have inherited:
Hypocrisy and cruelty topped up with cowardice and naivety.
Did he have a soul or a spirit?
Where in the Universe did it flee?
Is it his spirit that comes at night and haunt me or is it my mind righteously tormented?
A month back, during one of my walks,
An uncanny sight left me in quite a haze,
Amidst all these boys, one captured my gaze,
He walked chest up, his smile no, his smirk,
the caramel glow of his skin tone...
The perfect batter of you and me, could it be destiny?
Just then I was revived from my reverie, by a kick, his first quickening...
If only you had seen him, but as we both know,
your head would not have turned
Less so if I'd told you how our...my son, that boy resembled.
I wonder which one of you, causes my tribulation.
My mind gives life to invisible beings
While my breast hungers to feed
a child never to be born.
In my body, his heart grew safely,
Yet in this haven he was aspirated.
Aspirated! Oh The horrible sound...
Vanished in an instant, like dirt on a rug.
Reduced into stew of flesh and blood
Poured in a glove, thrown in the medical waste chute,
That's how they disposed of my son!
If time could turn back, against you
I would be waging a war to save him, instead
It's your next rank this vile act has spared.
We should have never been so close
The fault is not entirely yours.
It's no surprise that today, I'm losing mind and soul.
All sparks of life have left, when he got sucked from my breast.
Now in all my prayers I humbly cry
For God to permit me to die
So that I may nurse my darling son
Until arrives Eternal damnation.