Antenascent
Little girl, where are you
Why’d you miss our rendezvous
Would’ve loved to parlez vous
But now you never were
Little boy, meek and mild
Brave and strong or rough and wild
Still, you would have been my child
But now you never were
Guileless mother, precious load
Paid the Beast a debt not owed
Solemn in your fading glow
It’s like you never were
:(
I’m so sorry for you guys, but I had a dream last night that there was a new bun in the oven! I totally forgot about it until I read your lovely poem.
Here’s to crossed fingers and new additions.