Henry's p.o.v

Lost deep inside the ocean of my tears,

I can't keep on lying to you or myself.

Infant loss, this our cross to bear together.

Things will get better and easier for us or

maybe not. Lost deep inside the ocean of

my tears, I am broken beyond repair. The

golden years, my dreams and plans for

the future, are passing shadows. I

struggle to resurrect and embrace

this dead hope and faith of mine

in which is a precious tiny miracle.