2 years old

When you die at a tender age
i bet the angels cry.
The unnatural state
of a parent.
 
To let go of  infinite happiness
to look forward into emptiness.
The unnatural state
of a parent.
 
As you stand there and look them in the eye, do not close yours. Tears do not fall, they eat them and sleep on them everyday, do not waste them.
 
Goodbye and goodnight dear child sleep tight in a coffin of white and gold beneath Mother Earth as she seeps you back into herself and takes care of you while the angels cry.

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