for every parent who has buried a child…
There is a window sill in your room
that missed a dusting a time or two.
I haven’t dusted it since you’ve been gone
for the small prints I see belong to you.
Were you looking at a bird outside,
the day you left your prints behind?
Did you know that someday they would be,
a treasure on this sill for me?
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