I AM NOT READY.

My hands are shaking.
My heart is thudding.
I'm in emotional void.
Bundle! My little bundle of joy.
My heart is not ready to let go.
My hand is not ready to pour the soil.
My conscious is not ready to plant a rose.
Baby! Oh! Blessings from the Heavens.
Did you have to go?
I'm not ready to see you lay lifeless.
             To see you get pushed.
             To see you! Ah! My little Angel.
             To see you in that box.
             To see you get covered by earth.
Dust to dust, but not you my lovely noise maker.
True form to true form but I'm full of formless pain.
I pray to awake and see you off.
But promise to be there and wipe my tears.