She gave birth to a lifeless child,
Who’s life perished before it even began.
the child was silent and beautiful
like the silent night in the woods,
with a clear sky, shining stars and a full moon.
she gave birth to a stillborn,
who was still as the dead,
peaceful like heaven.
she gave birth to a child
whose eyes were closed,
lips were purple and sealed.
the skin was pale,
yet so beautiful, like an angel.
she gave birth to a child
that was almost hers
the child left her before she could
breastfeed it,
not with milk but with knowledge and wisdom.
she did not even get the chance to listen
to the heartbeat of the child.
she gave birth to a child
who was her first to be born,
first to die.