I touched his hair
Touched his face,
Rubbed his ear,
But they weren't his any more,
I kept expecting him to come get them,
Make them uniquely his again.
But he had left them,
Held no claim to them anymore.
I look there,
So beautiful,
So peaceful.
I've seen him asleep before,
But not like this,
Not like this.
My heart told me so,
My soul told me so.
How can this be so?

How do you approach the death of a small child?
Even now, cast into the past, my mind reels.


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