Unborn Treasure

In memory of a dream where Sky, my aborted daughter, appeared to me with love.

Unborn Treasure
By Clive Lee Welch
(Dedicated to Sky)

Our eyes never met in wakeful hours,
My own cherished blood the loss of which devours.
I guess I may not ever know if you understood,
How your fragile life was over before it should.

Yet still your own brown eyes had met with mine,
Amidst a torrid nightmare you became my v-sign,
Whilst I ran in darkness from fears that were unseen,
You appeared and stopped me, my own little queen.
Smiling softly with wisdom beyond your years,
You awoke me before I drowned in my own tears.