Poetry by Stephan Kasson
location: Anna, Texas
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Un named child
We came to the door
Tears flowing freely from red ringed eyes
Never once did we think to change our minds
People outside were calm and serene
No one made a move or caused a scene
We made this decision
We came to get things done
I had no idea how bad things had gone
The man behind the desk had forms for us to sign
He gave us his regrets in our dark and saddened time
When I read for my son?s name
It had never made it through
The form said clear and plain
That the child was "without name"
This made me cry all the more
For we had indeed named our son
He was my little 'Shaidlyn'
He was the only one
Three long years have passed by
And we have tried but have had no more
We make our feelings known
To ease each another?s heart
We both have been faithful and we both have done our part
I blame not any god or man as to our family lost
I only hold a bitterness to the name that was all but lost
We named our son
We made that known it was written down and made
But the funeral man showed us the form that said the child had no name
We keep his ashes In a blue glass vase
His name etched upon the glass
He will be with us for as long as we can keep a breath
He is my son I love him still
I will always know his name
For my son is named after me
For my name is the same
©Stephan Kasson