Besedila: Quiet Child. Flowers in the Middle of the Road.

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So hard on conversation
This shot of observation
This child gave me perspective on loss

How did this even happen?
How do such sad things happen?
Two holes overlapping themselves

A sun-stretched glare with teddy bear in hand
The mother shoulders pain
As she explains in small words

You've become a memory
Blessed but cursed by time and life and love
I still weep for our daughter
How will she remember your handsome face?
A band that can't be broken
All there is to do is take her hand and place

Flowers in the middle of the road