He Came

plunging out
my womb –
not a moment
too soon

He came
crying
his eyes out
I cried too
at the sight
of him

He came
Sunday afternoon
on a hot day
in summer
full of wonder

He came
without an instruction
manual
sometimes I didn’t know
how to tell
what he needed


But he left
on Good Friday
while the world
was painting eggs
attending church
giving God praise

He left
by ambulance
out the front door –
left the world
he once knew
behind him
his toys
his bed
his brother
his pet