For Braylynn & All Who Love Her

Life,

so young and fragile,

barely emerging before interring.

Tender and soft,

then lost.

 

Rosy cheeks and dimpled chin,

so fresh and cherished.

Warm the heart and the spirit,

like sunrise or a favorite glen.

 

Then all retire,

bringing shadows,

and darkness,

once again.

 

Yet in this flickering light,

we glimpse at beauty,

and dear life,

the magic of unfolding,

incredible, awe-inspiring,

so sweet and ever pure.

 

Then sleep eternal;

You,

of innocence and trusting—

 

Until we meet again.

 

~FS