The Parting

In the short ten minutes we'd spent with you,
wrapped in swaddle of cotton blue,
We sat in awe and silent gaze,
and shared one breath through sun lit rays.

We studied a face in contoured flow,
in elbowed cradle and rocking slow,
and recognised a mother's face
through eyes of close and reflected grace.

In mirror'd line drawn of nurtured genes
A wish of three, and genie'd dreams.
You're everything a family needs
in life of eternal love exceeds.

But we wait forlorn for silent cries,
only sadly met with long goodbyes.
A boy perfect, with skin lukewarm
We part on lips of kiss stillborn.