Each day the resolution
To not make a spectacle;
In vain, another bargain
with God
On the surface, such calm
Until approaching the nursery
When all crisp nonchalance flees
Then, kneeling - practically
Before the broad chapel door
Hushes to a close
Before a chance to contemplate
The depth of despair
Fully takes hold
Considering the infant's skin—
the pitifully dotted skin—
Trying just to mindlessly pray
Not to contemplate
As always - if the disease
had been laying dormant
before birth
The mind's reel
Refuses to stop unspooling
Runs relentlessly on and on ...
S.E.Ingraham©
