A child dies.
What could come to mind to find it was wrong?
Only we can accept the responsibility for this angel of youth.
How can we face ourselves again?
We shouldn’t be able to.
A child lies breathless… lifeless… laughless… and still.
What could you think,
Knowing she can never be awakened?
Nothing could revive her,
Or replace the smile once again.

3-21-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire