“Peter, she’s crying. Please check on her,” said Elizabeth, looking at her husband beseechingly.
“I did, honey. I rocked the cradle till she fell asleep again,” he replied, not looking at her.
Peter got up and went to the window, so she wouldn’t see the tears now running down his cheeks.
Around her were blankets, teddy bears, soft toys, books, baby clothes and booties… a graveyard of memories that never were.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
7th April, 2018)