The child is goneumbrella-in-air

Bonds broken

The fabric weak from too much mending

is asked to rend once more


The earthly witness records the trauma


while heaven sends its angels

to take its traveler home


With useless shell discarded

No need to struggle more

It’s just the pain of parting

that stands constant by the door


So in the evening shadows

when grief hides just below

listen for his whisper

and in your heart you’ll know


That though we walk with feet

cemented in this place

his heart is now expansive

his soul is filled with grace.

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