Crib Death

Oh dear…
Why you have to cascade down,
Into the backyard of life?
Like a bubble you appeared
And like a vapor you disappeared.
Never interested, of all the sweet names
That exist in the world, none delighted you,
As you came, so you left.

Of what use is a crib death?
You have your name crested on the boarder post
Between heaven and the earth.
At the brink of a cruxes birth pang,
You chose to mock the poor lady;
You gave only a snapshot of your messy nature
To be remembered in the memory of your mother.

Your crestfallen has only succeeded in leaving behind
A trademark of crevasses in hearts.