Thursday, September 25, 2014

Ellie



Like a leaf still green
falling to the ground unseen,
you, my sweet, unfinished,
unborn.

Like water, fresh and sweet
rising away, lost in the heat,
you, my child, never held,
unknown.

Like a note full and mellow
swept from the strings of a cello,
you, my Ellie, untouched,
live on.