What wouldn't I give?

 What wouldn’t I give?

What wouldn’t I give

To hear you chuckle once more?

What wouldn’t I give

To see you totter once more?

What wouldn’t I give?

For your crying to keep me awake all night

 Once more?

What wouldn’t I?

What is it

That I couldn’t give?

I am broken,

From the day he breathed his last,

His warm body going cold in my embrace,

Tears dripping on his peaceful lifeless face,

My heart broke,

Shards of my broken heart pierced every nerve in my body,

Shrapnel of sorrow cut deep into my soul

And lodged there-permanently

An ever-gnawing pain.

What wouldn’t I give

To hold you once more son?

Today,

I listened to the psychiatrist,

She said

My son is in a better place

But, my three-year-old daughter,

Is not okay

My husband too

Is not okay.

She said I have to start living,

To start living for them.

How do I live again…

Yet, I was buried with my son?

S.K. KYENZE

09/02/2024