Snippets of Life

At Four

At Four(for Ronan and Maya Thompson)

He was four

When he was whisked away

From a loving mother's arms

And he breathed his last.

He was the

Prettiest boy you ever saw

With sparkling blue eyes

And sunshine kissed skin.

He was one

Of the most playful

And energetic and fun

Boy you ever saw.

And today

The mother would sit down

And let the tears trickle down her cheeks

As she misses and longs for him

In a dark room with little noise

Or any light

And the brothers mourn the loss of their baby brother.

And the mother

Would remember it was his birthday,

And remember that it was at four he was taken away.

And nothing you could do would make it

Hurt any less

No fake tears or cheesy words of advice.

But there is one thing you can do

Which is to mourn

With her and show her you understand

Her pain.

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This poem was written for Ronan and Maya Thompson. If you read her blog, this poem will pretty much be explained there.