WHITE

Oh sweet child of beauty
So chalk white
There
The crying ones gather
Pay homage
And stare
Unable to understand
Comfort or help
Such tragedy, waste
What God would command
This
As one broken young mother
Holds tiny cold hand
And one, oh so young sister
Sings soft gentle song
To wake up still brother
A tiny soul gone.
(Marion Price)2017
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