Quiet Child
Flowers in the Middle of the Road
So hard on conversationThis shot of observationThis child gave me perspective on lossHow did this even happen?How do such sad things happen?Two holes overlapping themselvesA sun-stretched glare with teddy bear in handThe mother shoulders painAs she explains in small wordsYou've become a memoryBlessed but cursed by time and life and loveI still weep for our daughterHow will she remember your handsome face?A band that can't be brokenAll there is to do is take her hand and placeFlowers in the middle of the road
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