death of child

artist boy palette
Impressions (of a young life lost)

Born out of time, a fault not your own, bearing along the wisdom of sages, on tiny dove-like wings you lit upon the earth. Spreading wider to touch with gentle flutter, for one sweet, though bitterly brief, moment. A whisper soft impression from the artist’s brush left upon a canvas of glue and gold, and gray and black. Your golden…