Where Has My Baby Gone?

Here I am

Where I always was

But where has my baby gone?

Here we all are

Where we all always were

But where has ONLY my baby gone?

How can no one know?

How can no one want to find out?

When all I can ask for is, Where has my baby gone?

Does anyone know why a child is taken forever?

Where is what they call another wonder?

How can a tomorrow come,

Breaking everything for someone.

I wonder where she went, my sunflower?

I research every existence every hour.

What are these realms? What are the worlds?

What are the fields that exist beyond ours?

Where can she be? How can this be?

That I am unable to reach my little sweetpea.

Why can't I hear her? Why can't I see her?

What is this creation, so complex, so impassable?

What if I can never let it be?

And I search for her endlessly?

Why can't I justify the unacceptance of her absence?

And know whom to question about her presence?

Is there anything beyond theories?

Will there ever be more certainties?

I only want the answer to a simple question

Where has my baby gone?

So suddenly and so all alone?

Amidst new tomorrows and new rhymes.

Unlike all, I hold my yesterdays in every today.

Lovingly, warmly, securely, and infinitely in every way.

For in my yesterdays lives my child

With me in my arms, in front of my eyes.

Where she giggles with her sister and cuddles with her father

Where she loves this very world, that didn't carry her further.

Here she is, in my present,

Inside my heart, yet not in my arms to caress.

I wonder I wonder, I keep at this test

Where has my baby gone, I will ask till I rest.