Angels Above

Angels Above A. W. Nutter At fifteen, I was to young to become a father At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother We were old enough to have sexual relations Unable to understand the implications We cried out in anguish to the angels above Pleading for their mercy and their love Parents abusing us for this sinful union Adolescents fearful and full of confusion Not able to cope with the adult pressure The mothers young body goes into labor We cried out in anguish to the angels above Pleading for their mercy and their love My son struggled between life and death I held his hand as he took his last breath From my hands his little body was pried The tears falling like rain from my eyes We cried out in anguish to the angels above Pleading for their mercy and their love. Occasionally the mother and my path will cross Seldom do we mention or discuss our loss But every year at nine, on the sixteenth of May We both agreed, to light a candle and silently pray To the angels watching from heaven above Shower our son with mercy, show him your love