Still-Born

Carol Jones

Translucent fingers as light
As butterfly breath
Rest upon my hand.

Heads bowed in silence
The Magi bring their gifts.
Sadness, tears, beloved.

Swaddled in a blanket
Covered in his mother’s tears,
The heart never to beat in this world.

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