Fate

It’s already too late

To wrap, to cuddle, to love,

To cradle

She was found on a lake

No cry

The silence screams

Wilting the new born flowers

She won’t ever bloom

She has crossed the gate,

The Iron doors of fate

Alice

Mary

Kate?

No name

Floats on a lake

Why forsaken?

Mom?

Where are you mom?

No sound, no womb

No happy birthday

Cake

Stranger’s arms

And hearts

Ache

Amelie?

Flowers spin fast paced

Knitting a blanket

Of petals

To warm cold hearts

To make life place

Sally?

There will never be a date

Please

Let it be silence

No debates

Little Ellie has emerged

Above in heaven

Let her memories be

Just petals

Aboard a lake