My Babies Gone Blues

2 a.m.
Alarming phone call.
Its happening,
Come to the hospital.
Sitting outside,
Confusion inside.
Hand on the door,
You’re not allowed in.
A woman’s scream,
My beautiful daughter has been born.

Two people, no where and everywhere
Took her home,
A gift from love’s kiss.
The hole in my heart can’t be filled,
A pain so large, I can’t condone.
As I watch my daughter grow,
From a far away window.


3 thoughts on “My Babies Gone Blues

  1. You have perfectly done it with this poem…
    I love the idea of time going by and you seeing it all through a far distant window.
    Your daughter, the main character…

    Best wishes to you, Aquileana 😀

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