The Angel Cries

When a child dies, the Angel cries
A little voice that will never sing
A face that will never smile
A mouth that will never laugh
A heart that will never love
A breast that will never sigh.
There can be no sing-song lullaby.

When a child dies, the Angel cries
Mamma drowns in a sea of grief
Daddy cries as his heart is broken
Together they share the silent shriek
Of loss uncontained, immeasurable.
Agonised despair contrives
A pain more than they could realise.

When a child dies, the Angel cries
They weep beside the open casket
Lilies of the valley, a teddy bear
Emptiness cloaks them in death’s shroud
As broken dreams lie cold, dead.
How could this happen: why?
Tearfully they whisper the final goodbye.

When a child dies, the Angel cries
Their baby’s dead – and so are they
Mourning will help but they’ll never not be free.
The Angel can’t help the living dead
Trapped in grief, killed by inner pain.
They hold each other, with tear-filled eyes –
Future destroyed, emptiness terrifies.