Is it heavy under all the dirt,
Underneath the mossy rocks,
Are you safe and at home,
Bundled up and warm.
Did you feel our warmth,
As we held you close,
Did you linger in the air,
Wondering why we couldn't see you there?
And as your body grew cold in my hands,
I stilled just in case you breathed again.
The hour had passed,
We dug your new bed,
Collected your old rocks,
And lowered you inside,
I promise to visit.