In Memory

In Memory
by Vivian Gilbert Zabel


A flutter of life is swiftly felt,
Then more pressing is the moving
Until 'tis almost a constant thing,
This tumult beneath my breast.

A time of waiting, of wonder, of want
That slower and longer seems to grow.
Each time seems newer than before
Although birth has happened times untold.

At last the days of waiting are over.
The time of work and pain is here
That soon will be but a dim memory
In the love I already feel.

A cry, a smile, a heart full of yearning
To hold this small thing of ours,
Then news so sad, so uncomprehending
Leaves arms aching with empty longing.

A small white box in satin wrapped
Is brought beside my bed at last.
It cannot be - she is only sleeping!
Yet her sleep is that which shall not pass.


(In memory of Regina Louise 12-19-68 till 12-20-68)