by T. Kay

Created on: April 23, 2008

I don't cry for the loss of your pain
I don't cry for the memories we have
I don't cry for the place you are in
I don't cry for the home that has called you
I don't cry that you have beaten us there

But I what I do cry for
Is the memories we can only imagine
For the unique felt by your mother
For the special bond that would have existed

Between yourself and your three older brothers
For the feeling of four children
When three are only recognized
And that you were partially here

Almost as a question
Here but not here
Unnamed pain a mystery
But I mostly cry
For the immense love not given freedom

Yet God wanted you first
And so when we all arrive
At the same home
We shall know you then
We shall know your soul

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