Minnal Shaffer, 190108
In front of the waving grasses in an urban park Facing the calm waters Lies a small brick, upon the ground, That carries your name. O dear one, my firstborn’s firstborn, You went away before you even came into this world. Souls of great ones, our scriptures say, Do not have long to spend on this earth. Coccooned within your mother, You had very little time. But you were here long enough For us to love, remember, and cherish you. You remind us how every live birth, Every normal child, Is nothing short of several miracles. You were a lightning flash that touched our lives; But,like lighnting, you had great power To open our eyes to the fragility of life. Your home in our hearts is eternal, As is that of every being whose lifespan is small.