She kisses him upon the brow,
no chance to say his name.
Silent lips never cried,
mute from the very dawn.
Sightless blue orbs,
never to see the day.
Pale and pocelain silk,
never to meet the sun.
Never the chance to feel
pure love and compassion.
Never to feel the warmth
of a mother's touch.
To raise a babe into the ground,
always, the saddest goodbye.