After nine days away,
After a late night flight,
After almost a week of constant illness,
Caleb was not ready to greet his brothers.
But in the morning, when they bounced in,
He smiled.
And when they put him on a blanket
And carried him sedan chair style,
He laughed.
And I thought—
There you are.
I think sometimes about the loss of a child,
And wonder about the devastation.
Considering my youngest was pining for his brothers,
And, frustrating as he can be,
They were clearly pining for him,
I suspect there are not words to imagine
The loss
Of one.
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