Fourth

Heart that beat

Now is stopped.

Unmolded feet

Will never stand, or fall,

Hands not formed

Never grow to touch;

Body that I warmed

Now cold and still.

*

A thousand tears, yet my heart resigned;

A whispered ‘sorry’ and ‘goodbye’ entwined.

Little maybe that never became a ‘me’

Stilled forever, but in my heart will be.

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