The big lives of small children 

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Awakened by

Voices of early risers 

Small children

With big voices 

So much 

Personality 

They occupy 

Far more space 

Than their bodies 

Would belie 


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A Child’s Funeral

Nothing is sadder
Than a child’s funeral
Winter’s emptiness


It’s been several months since we buried my friend’s son. It was a wretched, painful day. I never want to feel that way again. Sadly, the odds are against me.