there is only love -
a baby in his mother's arms, the calming
hand of the father on his son's forehead.
the baby, swaddled in white, eyes open,
looking out into this world.
Let us hold this image in our hearts for all time,
the power and endurance of love.
we can hope for miracles, but must accept
what may come, how we might be separated
in time, as all of us must say good-bye.
Not yet, though, it is not yet time to say
good-bye. 11/8/2021
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