the untimely severance

of life’s cord

between a mother and her child

throws worlds into black holes

it spins a screen of unseen pain

the powerless want to turn back what’s done

taints days and nights

exhausts the brain, the body

for you cannot change the fabric

of what is already woven

you can love and hold

and trust the hands of others

like a writer has no other option

but to love and hold

and trust the hands of others

when life’s events cut the cord

between him and his story

before the words can breathe alone



The little boy grew up a healthy and happy young man, studying aerospace engineering and member of the Delft Hyperloop team