to the child who lived
in my mind for a day,
to the niece or nephew who was:
I hope you're in heaven
enjoying your stay,
with the brother or sister
I never knew,
and my grandfather on my father's side,
and my mother's sister, too.
and if you were born,
I'd hold you, all warm,
and coddle you in my arms.
but I'll hold your big brother,
and your baby sister,
and I'll hold you near in my heart.
so know that you're here,
ever-present and dear,
in this place that I keep in my chest.
and though but for a day,
your memory won't fade,
any more than all of the rest.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoesíaSometimes poetry just bleeds out of me. Funny poetry, serious poetry, poetry that has good meter and complicated stuff, or poetry that's just a jumble of rhyming words. <Note: The first 20 or so are MOSTLY old poems, kinda light and silly and f...
