Hurt

hurt...
not a moment too soon
not even one solid moon
to fly by
to go over-head
only one day to pass
the sun rose
but the child did not
in bed it lay
even with all crying for awake
he moved not astir
Why?
Why?
Why?
Love cryed from the end
crying only at end,
a moment to hold,
a moment to see
the child
the man....
Why?
Why?
Why?