What will I be
How much will I weigh
When the fire of time
Burns away
All of the parts of me
That can be burned
My son
The beautiful boy
We made
I formed
held
For 7 months in this world
He weighted 5 pounds and two ounces
Before
Going through
The fire
And now
Only
An ounce or two of ash
Remains
Remains
His remains
What remains of his body
What couldn’t be burned
Now held
Solemnly
In this beautiful urn
The sadness rises
Thoughts of what will never be
But isn’t this
Each of our destinies?
For all our striving
Needing
Connecting
Feeding
We all end up here
Maybe our stash
Of ash
A bit heavier
But we all fit into this urn
After we burn
We care so much for life
But what does she
Care
For you and me?