We never wanted you here.
We hoped you would never come.
But now that you are here,
you can never, ever leave.
Members are everywhere;
a bartender you know.
We can be anyone.
Once inside, the other grieving parents
are your sanctuary from a world that still
revolves while ours is all in flames and screaming
as we go on without our babes.
When you see your pain reflected again
and again, it has been confirmed.
Nature is indeed random, and cruel,
and you are merely another victim of nature.
No one is safe from entering,
but once inside, the collected shards of
experience are yours forever to draw from.
Unconditional understanding unlimited.
I wish I never had to join.
But we are members for Life
after a child’s Death
of The Worst Club Ever.