Grief too deep to bear

 I sit here at the dinette, alone.

Tonight the baby will slip between her thighs

away, never to be held in our arms

this grief is too deep to bear.

I hear the hum of the dishwasher,

listening to Owen's playlist, Owen,

my grandson, who slipped out between her 

thighs, and passed away being held in their arms

I sat alone, frozen in grief, for them, for me,

for us, for the future that won't be.

This grief is too deep to bear, their dreams

slipped between her thighs in an unrealized

dream that leaves us cold and bereft.

I sit here at the dinette, alone, listening

to the dishwasher hum, the dog going to

the front door to greet my husband

no one can erase this grief

we travel together and alone.