Sunday, July 8, 2007

"My darling child"

My child's body has been washed
He is prepared for burial today
He whispered softy to me at dawn
And asked me not to pray
The biggest fear he had was that
He would awake in hunger
Only to find his brother there
Who was only one year younger
My tears are not tears of sadness
They are made for joy
To know that he will suffer no longer
My darling little boy
Through no fault of his own
Things turned out for worse
He will live in my heart
For my little boy was and is my universe
I kiss him on his forehead
I kiss him on his hands
Wishing him well in his journey
To dream paths in new lands

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