No escape

As I pursue the aisles, of the local grocery store
I see things more differently than I ever did before
"Mommy's little angel" the embroidered bibs do read
But mommy's angel is in Heaven and bibs she does not need
She does not need a bottle, a dress, or a toy
Of buying those things for her, I shall never know the joy
There are tiny jars of baby food, which she never will eat
And shiny little shoes with buckles that will never touch her feet.
As the bikes and trikes taunt me, from high up on the rack
Tears will break free from my eyes if I dare look back.
I run off to the restroom, to blow my nose and cry
I wipe my eyes and swallow hard and then let out a sigh
I must go face the paper, college and wide rule
That my little angel will never use in school
I hurry past the greeting cards that the people chose with care
And I am reminded of the holidays we shall not share
In the checkout line I bow my head and heavy is my heart
For the family right in front of me has a newborn in their cart
Shopping in the local store used to be mundane
Now every aisle's full of items that remind me of my pain.
So, quick as I can, I give the cashier the money from my purse
And hurry away from those who don't know my pain
In this new foreign universe.