The Musings of an Ex-Mother-

-About the Loss of Her Three Week Old Son, due to a Mistake on Her Part

I was at the age of twenty-five
When I first felt like life was alive
He saw my soul when he chose to arrive

Named him Joey, he laughed like bells
Three weeks later, we made farewells

Last night, at thirty two past three
I rushed myself to Joey's Tree
Asked "Maybe you could you still see me?"

And kissed the cross which bore his name
But he cannot, my soul's to blame