Baby mine
I sing you
this last lullaby
Even though
you’re too big to hold
Too cold to
sigh
Too young to
die
No words of
comfort for your mum
No jokes, no
words of advice
Just that
smile that beguiled me from your first breath
In photos
posed for patiently
On your
coming and going
One final
pose, the long sleep, tucked in
22 February 2012
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