The split second urge
To reach and comfort and cuddle
Suddenly replaced by
The fear and guilt
The tragedy ages ago
Occured only to
Leave behind scars
Invisible but haunting
Resurfaces each time
A forgetful nurturing
Impulse kicks in.
The innocence, the lives
Contained
Barely a few days old
Scarcely eyes opened.
Trusting and vulnerable.
Only to be snatched away
In sleep defenseless.
The colossal pressure
Suffocating and silencing
The meek cries
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