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;

Presidents, Queens,

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.