Music Box

Oh how she must be loved
in the hands of her maker
sanding every corner into perfection,
tightening her screws,
but not too tight
and then laying her on her back placing
his music inside her.
He winds and winds her until
she can't be wound anymore
and then she plays their music softly,
over and over again with pride.
Then he paints her ever so delicately, seals her
with a flawless glaze
and clothes her
in red velvet.
Oh how she must be loved…
but not enough
she was sold
to the first bidder.

The Blue Sheet

A year ago I was lying on the cold table
  only a blue sheet separated us.
When she told me she was about to start
I took my last breath as
you took your first.

For two minutes I talked with God about what I would miss;
your first step, love and kiss.
Then God allowed me to come back to kiss your head,
hear your heart beat
and while we embraced
I smelled your sweet skin.

Now a year later you’re lying on that cold table
only a blue sheet to separate us.
They turned off the light
but I cannot leave.
  I was there for your first step,
I was your first love
and the first one you kissed.

I can't be angry with God,
She took pity on me and I can only hope
  She’ll do it again
as I smell your cold skin,
kiss your sweet head,
and hear as I embrace you
  nothing but the clock on the wall.

Conquered

I stood against the wall
as your breath turned my tears into vapor.
I was paralyzed by your voice and
was filled with grief as my son sat in a huddle
with his scattered cheerios
on the floor next to me watching as I did nothing.

You pushed me aside
and said you’d be better off without me.
I agreed and slid down the wall
next to my son.
I thought he would be a better man
if he didn’t see this.

So I kissed him on the head
for the last time and
he watched me go
all the way
to the bathroom door
as I became nothing.