Twice, death had its place inside my heart, the

the beats playing my sad song….

You didn’t sing the blues or watch my little

fingers grow to musical notes…

I laid and listened to your rhythm, the moment

ours and ours alone…

You gave me the most precious gift of all,

you, your love, and we created a song….

I was that child that was lost, then was found…

Inside, I felt you grow, a place you can now

call home….

Death wiped my tears, life echoed “I will

love you forever, this is not final”….

I will hear you breathe again….