A little sparkle.
That’s what you were.
A little blue cross
A little green pulse
A little heartbeat
Of pure spirit
That lit us up with love.
Your struggle for the chance to be born
Wasn’t to be.
So now, we must let you rest.
You haven’t gone.
Our sadness will remember you
In an empty park swing
In an empty space
Where a cuddle should be,
A moment of heartbreak
Among the heather.
We’ll let you sleep close to the nature
You’d have loved
And we’d have tried to show you:
The fresh fun of a walk in the hills
And a breathless tumble down a grassy riverbank,
How to spot the colours of a kestrel,
The difference between bees and wasps
And how to avoid nettles
(though we’re not too good at that,
you’d have needed to be patient).
But though you are gone you’re still with us
And your gifts linger
In the early summer sunlight,
In the crisp breeze off the late spring river,
The pink of rose petals and the flutter of cherry blossom,
The honeyed smile of a full moon,
The distant souls of a million
And the sad incipience of something simple-
A tiny heart that slowed,
That never quite arrived
And gently, exquisitely, broke ours.
Wherever you are little sparkle
Little missed one,
Haunting us always.