I turned ten two days ago.
You were born today,
Yet you will never draw your first breath.
Inherited the reddest hue of cardinal feathers.
Pale and soft like fresh Pennsylvania snow.
I never knew what your eyes looked like,
They never opened.
Infinite iris colors
That will never be discovered.
When I held you in my arms,
The guiding hand of God drifted away.
I gave the coldest of shoulders I suppose,
Dust drifting in the air conditioned delivery room.
I looked outside the hospital window.
The dead leaves fluttered in the bitter wind,
Time stood still that day,
For me, just a little kid.