As I placed my dead child into the warm water, I felt all the layers of myself leaving me.
I fell into an immense well of pain, releasing some as I moved my son in the water.
My sobbing tears fell upon my child and I bathed him in my tears and the love I felt for him.
As I dressed his lifeless body I pondered the life he would have had,
The years of growing I would never see, the hugs and kisses I would never feel,
My dreams and hopes that would never come to pass.
Quietness spread over me.
I named him, bathed him, and dressed him.
He is forever in my memory and my heart.