Still Life


Still life, death on canvas
little. baby. boy.
Dying on a day meant for
smiling. laughter. joy.
Lifeless on a table
How the light fell on his face!
But shadows swept around him
No "Hail Mary" saving grace

Still, for just one moment
and before the memory fades,
let me how he was beautifully
and wonderfully made
The pages of his life are blank
His story, no one knows,
A candle with a vanquished flame
Broken, wilted rose

Still in birth and still in life
Silent work of art
Still, he lived inside of me
and lives still in my heart
So paint a mental picture,
even frame it, if you will
Hang it in a gallery
for I am standing, still.

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