ABANDONED LAMB

 
Before the baby boy came home
from the hospital,
his mother fled the face of reality,
so we took the infant in.
 
When the doctors gave him
no more hope.
we offered him love and spoiled him silly
as we recoiled from all our dreams.
 
If you held him in your arms.
you could tell by his eyes
that he knew
he was loved.
 
His resistance being frail,
when the winter winds
chilled the house
and froze the earth,
our child went from ill to worse.
 
I walked all the way to the clinic later,
wanted so to tell him he still belonged,
but the tubes in his nose
and the wires on his tiny heaving chest
would not even let me pick him up.
 
   
Copyright © 1989, 2005 by Robert E. Romanelli PhD