Not fit for father
Never made the decision.
Never offered a choice.
Never saw the warning signs,
only the label when it was hung around my neck.
In bold letters, it read,
“Not fit for father.”
A passing
An unknown child laid to rest.
Nameless.
Faceless.
On her breast
a bouquet.
In his hand
a black rose.
In her eyes
longing.
On his cheek
a tear.
In silence
they grieve.
Written by Nicholas Gaffney
