I don't have enough compliments for this play. It begins with a couple 30 weeks pregnant being told no heartbeat can be detected, and then it alternates between moving forward in time and returning to that day, preparing to give birth. It is beautiful and heartbreaking. One moment that got me was the observation that we use language to understand our world, but there is no word for parents of a dead child, so you don't understand who you are. So much weighty stuff articulated perfectly. I am going to be thinking about this play for a long time.

People need this play to learn how to help parents who've lost infants, people those parents alone knew and loved. Kudos to David for sharing so much truth and pain in an effort to share awareness.

This is a very, very good play. Of the highest, most extraordinary standard. I'd like to recommend, now, a drama, sincerely as I can. Hansen forgoes a procedural account of tragedy, instead he structures a journey of mythic quality through grief and terror without sacrificing any elements of objectivity or subjectivity but, in fact, makes full use of both by linking specific moments in time by their sentiment or subtext, observing the various players and stages of a nightmare odyssey, revisiting them, even reimagining them, yes, dramatizing them, noting the excesses of fancy and reality. The fountain, the sparrow. Unforgettable.