Sara's p.o.v

My cherub, sweet beautiful babe.

Bellatrix, my quick easy fix, Jubilee shalom.

In your faraway kingdom, an once barren

womb, there was fire and rain. Stillborn,

you were torn from the arms of father time

way too soon. Partially whole and complete,

I couldn't delete you from my memory bank.

I dreamt a black and white canary sung you

to sleep. Partially whole and complete,

your sanctuary, the cold concrete

ground wasn't enough to keep my love

at a distance.