On the grave of a dead child
the grieving mother
conceives new life,
and by the open grave
of dead love
not laid to rest
the poet writes
from youth
to old age
his unrequited love
into verse; both
seek what was lost
and never reclaimed,
the love that thought
it would triumph
through long years
in flesh - a child
growing, love
responded,
all that would've come
and never would.
No lost child regained
in new flesh, a new
mind gazing
from new eyes,
and the poems would never
revive what never truly lived.
And after long years
death ends the loss
no years or words could heal.
04.11.2025
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