the light haloes
his baby face,
blonde stubble a light shadow on
his dimpled chin.
they sit side by side, arms barely touching,
hands not-
mother and father suffering his loss,
so silent their shared sadness.
her eyes shimmer unshed tears,
faint echo –
bemoan a life,
a body so young.
his back rigid, face front –
eyes stinging with fire from memories
never to be created,
in the distance, a door opens –
breath of an intruder.
he rises, turns to her,
nods once, he reaches out…
she stares blindly ahead –
seeking his hand to steady her,
rises slowly,
they go to him.
his hands,
so cold in death.
he clasps his baby finger,
she kisses his forehead,
one last goodbye,
their boy,
their Michael.
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