Tragedy At Ten Past Four

It was just about ten past four,
when there was a sudden, loud knock
at my apartment door,

Upon hearing the somber news I then dropped to the floor,
upon hearing that my child would never again,
walk through the open door,

There had been a terrible tragic accident,
and my baby was to be laid to rest
but never to be held no more,

Since then, there has been a lot of anguish,
and awkward silence,
since that devastating knock,
at my apartment door,

On that late night in November,
again, that was at ten minutes past four.