‘A lost child, is a found heart’

A reporter looks at an empty page,

He is still in his wondrous and space less time,

‘A lost child, is a found heart’

A mother grieves over the loss of her child,

Though the first breaths were his last,

Their hearts beat as one…

Even though the time is short,

The moment is everything…

The smile;

The feeling of new…

Gives possibility;

Possibility to a yearning heart…

Moments before are endless,

A perfection of infinite beauty,

Captures eye to eye to the loving hearts of mother to father;

A found soul -

In a lost body,

Perfect on the outside;

Silence and stillness on the inside…

The hearts still bound together,

By cherishing the love of their lost child…

The lingering moment lost in her thought…

A perfect child,

A boundless child,

An innocent and pure gift,

Made and in place by memories and emotions,

Never forgotten forever more…

Reporters’ page now written,

With a tender and loving mother,

With a heart of wellness and prosperity

Dedicated to 'little peace' and all the little souls found