Just a child,
born into this world,
Pure innocence,
wrapped up inside of him.

No knowledge of how this life works,
Unaware of death,
awaiting his soul to keep.

A hysterical mother,
a bewildered father,
Begging for answers
about the unexpected leave.

Picking up flowers,
to place on the grave,
For the little one,
whose life was short-lived.

Silenced questions from those
too young to understand,
Raging emotions from those
too old to accept his condition.

Moving with the breeze,
after all have left,
The flowers stand strong,
in place of the son.

 

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Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds