Daddy's on his knees praying to the Lord above
Mama curses under her breath choking on love
The smallest hands are now the coldest
And cute cries are silenced
A life smaller than their height
Yet felt heavier than their weight

Certain death
Never came
So I left Them a message to call me back

My gagging reflex doesn't work
And as my tears fill the toilet bowl
I try to make myself nauseous
So that I can fill the toilet with something other than tears

I dont want to be your voice
I rather be your microphone
I want to allow your voice to be heard
Not speak for you