Dear Sabrina...all the things that remind me of you.
Poem 3 :: from Daddy
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Return Home
Silence fell
as I drove home,
the crushing weight
of no baby
to bring
to our house,
empty arms
as I walked up the
icy steps,
to an empty
home.
"Is it ok?" Abbey asks,
"Is everything alright?"
I don't have the heart,
to tell her.
"We need to go to
the hospital,"
I said.
Her eyes
lit up,
she grabbed
Ethan's
hand,
we headed back
to
the hospital.
I don't have the heart.
The drive
is silent,
the hallway
is still.
Outside
the door
I explained -
too late -
something
was not right,
something
went wrong,
we have no little girl,
she's
not coming
home.
The doors open,
pain sets in,
my kids
experience
for the first time
what
I've been
walking through
all night,
our Father
for
eternity.
It is too much,
a silent baby,
wrapped in swaddling
clothes, on
Christmas morning,
arms stiffening,
the morgue
coming, to take
you,
away.
Ethan reached out
to touch her
hand.
We returned home,
smaller,
quieter,
to face the rest
of our lives,
without you,
even, though
you'll always
be
with us.
To, my little Sabrina.
With love, your Daddy.
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