My heart swelled with a sea of tears,
The memories were still fresh.
The guilt threatened my sanity,
Even now as I seat, pondering on my ordeal,
The agony of her demise.
The images were blur as I recall,
The trees danced back and forth in the nights wind.
Laying in bed, my arms wrapped around my baby,
Her pale soft skin as fragile as a butterfly,
Oh how my heart overflowed with love!.
My face lit up,
At the whirl of joy that erupted from her lips,as she wrapped her tiny fingers around my pinky.
Her eyes were a pool of bejeweled waters,
Her laughter was music to my ears,
Oh how could a harlot like me deserve someone so pure!.
My eyes slowly gaped open,I had fallen asleep.
My heart quickened at the realization, my breathing becoming hard.
Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the lifeless form,
I was paralyzed with grief,
Oh how the guilt tore at my heart!.
With my dead daughter in my arms, I whisper a lone prayer to the empty skies.
Regret washes over me, loneliness creeping upon me.
My brittle bones fought to be freed from the claws of bitterness,
But it’s fangs only sank in with each protest.
And now as I stand before the wise King Solomon,
My fear of loneliness outweighs my guilt,
I make claim of a baby that isn’t mine,
My dead baby laying at the feet of the king,
I watch my opponent beg, pleading for the life of the babe in the hands of the executioner.
As the king pronounces his judgement, all hopes of happiness are crushed.
Feelings of regret resurface,I alone am to blame for my carelessness.
I wished I had protected her from all harm, especially mine.
I could have, I would have, but I didn’t.