excuse me while I grieve for my boy…
other day I was walking through the maternity ward
At Pennsylvania Hospital,
And a nurse asked me if I was
an expectant father.
I told her no, my baby just died.
Later that day, a man asked me
if I was expecting a baby,
I told him no, I just lost my
haven’t heard his story, because it hasn’t been told,
And yet he is unable to tell
you, so I will speak for him.
name is Ezra Malik Katz Love,
And he came to us during this
Pregnant with the promise of
And filled with the possibilities
gave us so much joy in such a short time,
But what do you do, what can
When you have to give birth to your child
The day after he died.
excuse me while I mourn my beautiful boy Ezra…
did he get this name?
Ezra means helper in Hebrew;
he was named in honor of Eugene,
His mother’s mother’s father.
Malik means king in Arabic, Melech in the Hebrew,
Named in honor of Marion, his
mother’s mother’s mother,
But also named in honor of Malcolm
and Martin, of course.
And Mahatma and Medgar for that
All of them left us before their
time, before their work was done.
Malik - a beautiful boy, a remarkable boy,
He borrowed his mommy’s eyes,
lips and rosy cheeks,
And his daddy’s nose - and the
trademark Love family forehead,
And he has a full head of black
where on Earth did he get those long legs?
Perhaps it was from some distant
ancestor, African or Jew,
Who had to cover a lot of ground
in a short time,
Someone who was heading up some
Fighting the powers that be,
or running away from them,
Or running towards them,
Or driving out the oppressors
from the land,
Or setting the captives free.
excuse me while I mourn my little man, my Ezra Malik…
saw my boy for only a brief moment,
Held him in my arms and kissed
him on the head,
But I had many joyous conversations
When his mother was his home,
I told him about the world and
about his family,
About his grandparents and his
cousins, and his two cats,
And he was a good boy, he always
He responded to his daddy’s words
by kicking his mommy’s belly
…with those long legs of his.
wanted to see him grow up,
But the Universe had other ideas,
other plans for him,
Perhaps I’ll never understand,
I’ll always wonder what could
have been, what would have been,
What should have been.
please excuse me while I grieve for my son Ezra…
I miss him, and I love him very
BlackCommentator.com Editorial Board member, David A. Love, JD, is a lawyer
and journalist based in Philadelphia,
and a contributor to the Progressive Media Project, McClatchy-Tribune News Service,
In These Times and Philadelphia Independent Media Center.
He contributed to the book, States of Confinement: Policing, Detention, and Prisons (St. Martin's Press, 2000). Love is
a former Amnesty International UK
spokesperson, organized the first national police brutality conference
as a staff member with the Center for Constitutional Rights, and
served as a law clerk to two Black federal judges. His blog is davidalove.com. Click here
to contact Mr. Love.