Delariviere.

I remember the day I found out,
I was to be a mother.
I remember being terrified,
I was to have another.

Excitement coursed through
the veins I had slit hollow.
Bandages embraced me,
the rest of my life followed.

My stomach hardened,
as my heart melted down.
I couldn't wait to sing you
the lullabies I'd found.

"Set in stone," I thought.
"Certainly it's true."
But it shattered like stained glass,
Baby girl, I failed you.

Down crashing, came the waves.
I was drowning in the loss.
Your blood upon my stupid hands,
tattooed, and cut across.

The fault wasn't yours,
I swear it was me....
You won't see the sun,
I won't hear you breathe.

Could I have held you,
just one fleeting moment?
No, looking back,
I don't think I deserve it.