What Should Be
A casket.
Where your crib should be.
A reminder of the future that will not exist.
A reminder of a future without you.
This small white box appears giant.
Not just because you are so small.
But because of the weight of what this means.
You are gone and you are never coming back to me.
You will never be rocked to sleep.
You will never be cradled in my arms.
You will never hear a story snuggled up in bed.
You will never fall asleep to a lullaby sung by your mother.
There are so many nevers.
When do the some days begin?
Where your crib should be.
A reminder of the future that will not exist.
A reminder of a future without you.
This small white box appears giant.
Not just because you are so small.
But because of the weight of what this means.
You are gone and you are never coming back to me.
You will never be rocked to sleep.
You will never be cradled in my arms.
You will never hear a story snuggled up in bed.
You will never fall asleep to a lullaby sung by your mother.
There are so many nevers.
When do the some days begin?
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