Unworn clothes scattered on the floor;
A mother’s eyes — a father’s hand
Searching for tears, life restore —
Eyes that know the night of vacant pram.
Painted bears peer with feigned lament
On the couple embraced in shade,
With mocking eyes and cruel intent
Grinning at their hope’s joy betrayed.
Now only silence can be heard
Where coos and cries find better nest,
Parents nestle stilled, darkness gird:
Two, and two alone, know the rest.