so long ago,
yet so vivid in my memory,
those tiny eyes,
those lashless lids,
the sterile smell,
the smell of medicine,
the lights turned dim,
protecting their fragile eyes.
you were so tiny,
so fragile and frail,
born unprepared and too early,
yet already an old man.
the special diapers,
made smaller,
yet still to big,
hanging off your premature body,
lying there.
alone at night,
with all those wires and tubes.
all the other 'sick' babies.
you're heart never got good enough,
and we knew you were losing,
and somehow,
you seemed to know too.
fifteen days,
that's all we were given,
all you were given,
to live on this earth,
now you're laid to rest,
but never forgotten,
especially not today,
it's your birthday.
you would be a teen,
my third of five siblings,
probably bratty,
probably hormonal,
you'd be a young man,
strong and healthy,
another friend,
someone I'd love always.
now I know I can imagine,
but I'll never know,
we weren't given enough time.
you weren't given enough time.
but you look down now,
watching us all,
keeping us safe,
watching us grow.
you're my angel,
now,
and forever,
I love you my Guardian Angel.
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