Even though I was too young to remember, I will never forget
How beautiful your face looks in that baby picture on the fridge
Even as you are tangled in tubes and strangled by burden
The lack of oxygen is killing you
And yet you still remain
In such sweet repose
But in my mind you’re screaming, “Let me go!”
I can’t escape you, no matter how hard I try
I think about you in Heaven and what you might look like
I think about you and wonder why you died
You were only sixteen days old
Why did God take you?
Will I see you again?
Will I get to hold you?
Or did my mother lie to both of us just to make it through?