Reaper

Grief
Is the
Reaper To
Love

It's flame
Smothered
By
The conundrum
To living

Joy
Is a snowflake
that dissolves
At its
Conception

Never having
The chance
To
Breath
Freely

Forever
Held intact
By the
Umbilical cord
Of mother nature.

A stillborn
Without
A name

Yet you
Had a name
In fact
Several

Bob
Dad
Saint
And
Friend

You will
Never be.
Forgotten