Tiny toes counted
Now it is lashes, falls, bones that are numbered
Feet pierced and bloodied
I held you
Carried you on my hip
Carried you on my hip
Slept beside you at night
Our bodies curved to fit perfectly
Nursed away teething pain
Spent long hours soothing, singing, swaying
Now you are held by nails
No way for me to offer comfort or release
It is your lifeless form I shall hold against my breast
Willing my broken heart to raise you up
Long hours of pain, agony, searing loss
