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.