Dave Jacobs

The baby wails, wanting fed,

While father looks toward the empty bed.

The baby screams, a cry so piercing,

While father stands alone and weeping.

The father wishes the babe would sleep,

To leave him alone with his loss so deep.

The baby will never know of her father’s pain,

She simply cries because she hungers again.

Still the baby cries, and gulps for air,

While father stands alone in his despair.

Re-calling the birth, his wife could not survive,

He wishes it was the babe, that were not alive.

All through the night, the babe will cry,

Till the father wishes, it would simply die.

But he knows that would only bring more pain,

To a mind that’s already half insane.

The baby died, on her father’s breast,

Little tears running down his chest.

His own life had ended, only hours before,

When he believed he could take no more.

A bottle of pills, some whisky too,

Was all that he had had to do.

Then he laid the babe upon his chest,

Whilst he himself, laid down to rest…………