Little One

No room yet readied, no clothes waiting, no name chosen,

Yet I still feel your absence, your mother is lighter in the worst of ways,

So much awaited you little one, so many dreams,

Our own and yours yet had,

Maybe you had some in there, dreams of dreams,

Of a world and the avenue which you’d carve,

Dreams of what an avenue was,

I saw so many yous, you faceless beauty,

Days before love ones, cradling the heart of the world,

Days of tragedy, car struck and mourned,

Days of commonplace life, arguments over bed and subsequent hugs for when you laid down to rest,

Now rest is all you have,

I try to not let my heart hold on too hard and fight the way of life,

But I feel it still, and I won’t forget you or the many yous you could’ve been,

I don’t fault you in any way for remaining where you are,

This life is heavy and built on tests, a body yields pain and a life sorrow,

But there are joys, you and your sister above all, and for them it's all worth it,

So if you decide to remain on your perch and watch from above, I only ask that you wait for us,

And if you in time decide you’d like to see the world from down here, we’ll be waiting too.