Angle child

Quiet sleep

Something is moving in me
your heart tones are hearable
we feel good
laughing and singing together,
crying – if we feel like it.

My hands be laid on my belly
to be close to you, my child
you are cavorting in me – laughing,
I ‘ve seen it,
the picture holding in my hand.
The anticipation of rocking you in my arms
can not be bigger.

Summer has arrived
so bright – colorful
blooming flowers like I like it.

Sitting here on my favorite bench
with you in me, I’ m holding you save –
only a few days until I
may hear your voice.

But then – quiet sleep,
no breath hearable
see you for the first time,
rocking you in my arms – dead you are.

A last glance,
my beloved son
with the last will of strength
I breathe my last breath.

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written by John Marten Tailor

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