White Cradle

Through the sadness that looms the sky

I found a story to be told.

Not about tears and heartbreaks,

But of a love that was never hers.

They imagined her scribbling on the walls,

All things bright like the big yellow sun.

Breathing life into the hitherto silent home,

With every step and turn.

They wished to wipe her tiny feet

Kiss her cheek and dress her neat

Like every princess from the fairy tales

That would put her to sleep, every night.

Dreams could've been true,

If it wasn't for that one night.

A calm day, then came a storm.

He was asked to choose,

Between two dear lives.

And he picked his first love

Over the rainbow they hoped for.

The crystal white cradle sits on the attic,

Dusted now and then.

Walls are clean,

Hearts still heavy,

Smiles have disappeared along with hope.

Decades later, who is to say

His choice was wrong!

Today they sit together and repent,

For the future had lost against the present.