We are with you, Owen, in these last hours,
between sobbing and mute shock, we touch
your beautiful forehead and chubby tummy,
you suck hard on the ventilator tube, then your
face relaxes, then your tiny eyebrows furrow.
I know you hear me singing, I know you
are listening intently to The Lorax, the book
your grandpa is reading, your parents are
there next to you, whispering sweet nothings,
I am here, our love for you fills the room,
you will never be forgotten
beloved Owen
our hearts weep.
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