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