My boys. I don't have them to hold. What do I do with my arms?

I was terrified that tomorrow the truth would start.

There must be some atom of our life hidden here, lingering in this quiet somewhere.

I am in the unthinkable situation that people cannot bear to contemplate.

Their promise, my children's possibilities, still linger in our home.

I would plead into the darkness, where are they, bring them back