First Death

I would have loved growing old with you

Measured by each other’s smiles

We had our share of the bad trials too

Nothing too far going smile by mile

 

Hills crashing down on one another

Into the white foam of baby’s breathe

Looking down into her white casket

Never guessed that it was her first death

 

2014 Michael Yost 9/29

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