New poem by Patricia Johnson

The Baby

I tried to save her

but the baby fell.

I tried to hold her

but did not hold her well.

 

I tried to love her

but my love was ill.

I tried to keep her

but she had her will.

 

My baby fell

and broke apart her life.

Then in my heart

there lay a glittering knife.

 

The knife is rusted now

it still remains.

My heart is burnt and scarred

and loves her just the same.