Late

Late
A Poem By T. B. Ward


We went to their wedding.
Their wedding, where she strode down the aisle and they kissed,
Everyone clapped and cheered and partied until the sun set and everyone was filled with


joy.


We saw the baby.
The round cheeks, the soft belly, the dazzling eyes.
The child was happy and sweet and filled with


love.


We heard about him.
How he wouldn't talk and he wouldn't take care of the baby and he refused.
He was cold and quiet and eventually he was


gone.


We heard about how she cried.
She was glum and sad and held tight to the baby.
He was sad, too, but by then it was too


late.




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