Baby Syn’cere Elijah Diamond Smith Blair
BORN STILL
Perfect
And yet the beating of your heart was silent
The breath of life from rosebud lips not felt
Your silken lashes did not flutter,
Unopened eyes never held our gaze
The grasp of your small fingers still and without strength
Your arms will never reach for us feet carry you to your embrace
And we will never hear the music of your voice
Or know the sweet fragrance of your skin
When did the tide of death steal you away?
If we could breathe our own life’s breath
Bequeath you minutes days years; we would.
But we are not the author or deliverer of life
We cannot solve the mystery of spirit and of soul
Or remove the shroud of death that holds you still
Sweet child whose life will only ever live within our dreams
We speak your name upon the wind and it is carried far away
But you remain imprinted on our hearts, Forever