The Empty Cradle

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On Mother’s Day, dedicated to the mothers whose babies couldn’t come home and to the mothers whose babies couldn’t stay.

Tiny baby fast asleep, too precious for this world to keep.

The Empty Cradle

The empty cradle rocks
Silence echoes
Deafening
Around the empty room
Around the empty house
My empty arms
Ache from holding
The heavy weight
My tears fall
From my full eyes
Into the empty cradle

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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