Mary's p.o.v

The rooster crows three times at dawn.

Off you go again into the dark, my greatest surprise,

precious Easter sunrise. Paradise awaits

you, child of heaven, my bleeding cross of love.

Floating dreamlessly through the air, you are a

dove. Your angelic hair, eyes and glow remains undistorted.

Who knew the moment I saw you would be our last encounter?

Who knew forever would slip away from us so soon?

The rooster crows three three times at dawn.

Heading out of town, you are free enough to breathe

on your own without any help. Rebirth, death is a roadtrip that

you must endure alone. You shine so bright tonight in this

twilight zone. Does it feel right for you to feel nothing at all?

Many days, months and years pass without a trace of you.

I miss you very much, its such a bittersweet loss. You don't have a future, thats so unfair.

I know you will receive plenty of tender loving care from Jesus. An empty chair serves as a constant reminder

of your absence in the present time. A premature existence, yesterday's memories. A collection

of your ashes, these thoughts about what could've should've been. Endless echoes, many infant footprints,

your overlooked small random acts of kindness.