We saw the signs
You painted the sky dark
and made the heavens shed its stars
You set the wind in motion
and it ferried our hopes on its wings
As the heavens rumbled your coming
we filed our vessels in practiced anticipation
You halt life’s cycle
and cease mother’s blood-spattered pains.
And when our hopes has learnt to soar
feathered by your plausible strokes
we woke up one morning to find you gone.
A bolt of cramp announced your departure
as you left us with a bleeding heart.
*This is for everyone who has lost a child