There is no greater loss
than the loss of a child;
the loss of dependence,
and blood with blood,
the hollow sound of
what might have been;
the death of part of you
that’s not you at all;
the terror of innocence
that shouts out your grief.
There is no greater grief
than to touch no more;
to wait in the expectation
that has no where to go.
20/6/2019