Poem 'Threnody for Two Dead Children II'

Threnody for Two Dead Children II

I have made you

and you have made me mad with grief

I have become a beggar, searching the world

for the small pieces of you.

I have lost you but have never known you,

have never seen you, touched you.

I have no rights, no claim,

you are not mine.

But I am stricken.

I am mad with grief.

I have lost you and will never

know you.