I woke in the night
For no real reason,
And stumbled out to check my phone
For no real reason,
And opened the email that
Your fourth child had
Beat you Home, a direct
Transition from womb to heaven.
And today you yet carry this tiny body,
Facing a surgery soon,
A cutting end to a hopeful beginning.
I pray for you, my friend, with sorrow.
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