Home is a kiss to the forehead

A gentle embrace

Home is getting to see your face

It’s knowing even in the depth of despair

I can be there to hold you

And show you I care.

But there are thieves in the night

Who stole your breath.

Took your sweet little smile.

And left you with death.

You were still in your bassinet

All ready for bed

Snug as a bug

Peaceful

I will never understand how that reaper would come for an innocent life.

Such as yours.

But I promise you, my child

Mama’s coming

And I will rock you

And hold you

And kiss you

Evermore