Some babies have no names, Rose-Lilly.
Some don’t make it, others are willed to live.
I want to put you under a tree, looking up a heaven.
There’s no place to mark your passing.
No one knows your name.
No heartbeat, no more.
No expectation, no due date.
And every now and then I think of you, Rose-Lilly.
By Felicity Fox ©