There is nothing on earth large enough to hold the blue grasp of grief

Lani Scozzari

The night they pulled your body from my body,
an echo.  I will always hear

the slap of your skin on the scale, your
weight, a silver sliver.

When I fail to transform
life into life

Last night, footsteps across mahogany floor
called to me, a blur of blue shadow I heard,  

You housed my body for long enough
and though the time was short,
I lived.

And just as light passes across ceiling, there was nothing
but a knowing my child had become another.