Requiem for Little Guy
A short while — almost weightless.
On butterfly wings.
Of human life
Slipped through love’s fingers — voiceless.
On angel’s wings — all breathless.
Of mortal mourning
Stain earth’s garden — speechless sorrow.
On wings of your tomorrow — boundless eternity
— To Caitlin, Calder, Maeve
in their time of loss, August 2010
With countless hugs, Yaya