One New Years Eve

A labour ward bustling with pregnant promise sets the scene for the sad farewell,
No balloons or smiles they gifted him but no time for sense to dwell,
The chaplain came with furrowed brow and blessed the sleepy cot,
While the family encircled him etching a time never to be forgot.
The children played with their yearned for brother for a moments first and last,
And then ushered away leaving Mummy and Daddy to nurture his path as he passed.
Twelve hours of loves last lingering tune, they bathed him til golden he shone,
And as midnight approached to bring in a New Year, in three breaths their baby was gone.
The corridors rang out with traditional song as fireworks lit up the sky
And instead of making their promises new, they made vows which were wrapped in goodbye,
That night as a mummy slept next to her crib in a ward which was bringing forth life,
Her baby lay quiet and needed no fuss from the tearful and present midwife.
When morning crawled in, the world carried on, unaware of what had departed ,
Leaving parents behind at the tick before midnight, desperate to stay where they started.
And so to a father who steps out of the room to spread the expected joy,
But instead he is calling a burial ground to give rest to his newborn boy.