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Angel Kisses
An ode to Chandler Thomas Makay.
My dear baby brother,
who has passed away.
A miscarried child,
lost at birth.
His cry nobody heard.
The hospital air is all around me,
filling my lungs with that stale,cold air.
The air that smells so safe and clean.
All these words surrounding me.
None sink in,
and none sound right.
He can't be dead.
It’s not how it was supposed to be.
Tears trickle down our cheeks,
the hospital church is where we all meet.
Cold hard wood,
and softly lit lights.
Sorrow and pain.
It’s been so long ago
but still,
I love him,
my baby brother who was to be.
And so
every night before I sleep
I send to him my hopes, dreams and wishes
and he'll send down his angel kisses.
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