Perfect and yet the beating of your heart was silent, the breath of life not felt. Unopened eyes never held our gaze. The grasp of your small fingers still and without strength. Your arms will never reach for us, feet carry you to your embrace and we will never hear the music of your voice or know the sweet fragrance of your skin. When did the tide of death steal you away? If we could breathe our own life's breathe, bequeath you minutes, days and years we would be we are not the author or deliverer of life. We can not solve the mystery of spirit and of soul or remove the shroud of death that holds you still sweet child whose life will only ever life within our dreams, we speak your name upon the wind and it is carried far away but you remain imprinted on our hearts forever. Mommy and Daddy love you until we are together again our little angel.
