An Ode to Iris Giana
The pain was too much
It’s shard-like fingers tight around my limbs.
Stabbing through my heart
Spearing through my belly.
The fear held me fast
My mind on what would come next.
I could barely keep still
Just as I felt alone
He arrived and his face said it all.
I held back my tears
He held onto my hand,
And then you were there
Born before your time with wide open eyes.
Your tiny paper thin nails
Your soft translucent skin
Told you “I love you” before it was too late
So your soul would always know
Our hearts will always hold you
Although the pain is still too much