My heart weeps silently          for the child                    I once carried My mind paralyzed          with fear of a reoccurrence                    but my body longs                             to be the vessel That carries your          fragile, tiny frame                    supporting you in                             my cracked container You fluttered and          my heart melted                    connecting ...

It was plain to hear no conversation could take place without a chaperone   Hushed voices from another adult Stopping sentences half said   Then came, “Please try your call later,” disconnected numbers, no dial tone.   All contact stopped.   Believing now that no happy reunion Filled with tears and so many questions   ...