A wisp in mother’s embrace.
Murmured promise,
caressed in innocence.
A womb of stasis worry.
Whispered distress
denied the engorged tomb.
Silver streaked red, forced
an edited birth.
Hearts bled; slicks of grief
on waves of sorrow.
Twice lost: too cruel is life,
too cruel is life.
Light comfort from Hatsya’s crib,
winks and wavers
in memory of a wisp.