Broken Promise

I read to you in utero,
whispered lullabies
amidst protest from your dad who said,
“Babies have perfect pitch, don’t ruin it.”

I knew you long before I saw you,
before sonograms and videos, When you
were a mere spike on my metabolic chart,
I promised

to keep you safe forever,
and now I wonder at this acrid taste
as I sink into the dark abyss
of a broken promise.