Unnamed #4

Upon learning of some friends’ loss of their child, we come dangerously close to THE TALK:

Oh…but where do babies come from?

     Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much…

They hold hands?

     Yes, but with their whole bodies.

The crow has taken things from us–

the silver spoon

booties too soon.

Little flights of fancy

the stork

having mixed up in the mail,

or was it she?

DNA of the B-O-Y

building blocks of life

balanced, but

seeing it through

still, so hard.

Ten tiny fingers

baby didn’t linger.

Ten tiny toes

baby had to go.

Ashes

ashes

we all

fall down.

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