It was on a Wednesday
When the sky was clear
And the blades were dancing
And the branches were waving
To the melodies in the wind.
It was on a Wednesday
In the morning, in
The early hours
When children lay silent
And birds rested in their nests
Reclining on their mother's breasts.
It was on a Wednesday
When the world was blind. As
The children began to open their eye lids
And mothers poured their cereal
As father fastened their ties.
Warming up little fingertips
With their frosty mist breaths
From tired cracked lips.
But she was not pouring her cereal
And I was not tying my tie.
For she was lying dead
And I was left