He was born, she incomplete
Felt cold spread from her breast to feet
As doctor spoke in worried tone
In words as cut and dry as bone
…
Don’t let it eat your mind
Or take up all your time
Sometimes the best laid plans
Get knocked from loving hands
But child, where did you go?
…
As the dawn came slowly creeping
Softly heard her softly weeping
Secrets that her soul’d been keeping
Sobbed aloud while she was sleeping
What kind of fool
Turns love so cruel?
…
Don’t let it eat your mind
Or take up all your time
Sometimes the best laid plans
Are snatched from loving hands
…
Crow, fly off through that window
Night may unhinge your shadow,
But child, how would we know?
As the days reveal some clearer
Sometimes she can feel quite near her
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