Philip, you're
a tiny baby fitting in one hand,
after weeks of promising life, a beating heart,
all of us praying and hoping for you to arrive so we
could hold you in our arms.
Yet, not to be, you arrived early, breaking our hearts.
Instead, you are wrapped in a small cloth,
your heart no longer beats and your body goes cold.
Our hearts will never stop beating for you, with you
no matter where you may reside, in the wind,
the trees, with Owen, who will greet you
and welcome you.
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