For Emily, who will never see this. I miss you and I'm glad things are working out for you. I wish you and your family every happiness. You truly deserve it.
His first breath was his last
His body wasn't ready for death
The beginning was the end
The should haves
The could haves
No use mourning over what will never be
Is that the right word?
The worst loss imaginable, and he says she's in a daze
I mourned my own loss
One year without her
How petty it seems now
Compared to a whole lifetime without him
Will she come back earlier now?
Or will she use the time for other things?
The time that was meant to be spent feeding
Getting to know this new person
Giving him his life introduction
How will she spend it now?
Perhaps she'll go on a holiday
Or just rest
Take up a new hobby
Will she curl up in a corner in a dark room without coming out for the next year
And then return, pretending as if everything s ok, when really, she's dead inside?
That's not who she is
I don't know what she'll do
But it won't be that
So many people try to find the meaning in death
I think that's too upsetting, personally
The question shouldn't be why was he taken so young
But why did he exist at all
If he was going to be taken so young?
That's the real question
The answer may contain hope
In his short time he may have awakened something
Opened the door to that special kind of love
The physical kinship has bonded the three souls forever
No matter what
At least, that's what I'd like to believe
I am not a poet; but you can't control the way certain things come to you and this came to me as a poem.