One
Salt crystal seers
Upon the nose, still and figurehead
Of the child by the headboard
Last baby breath escapes parched lips
Eyes faded from our reality
Pained grimace begins to peel
Reviving something of relief
A mother’s anguished tears
Still cupping the child’s palm
Growing stiffer by the moment
She sees the labeled oranges bottles
Encircling the table lamp, she knows
With his leave leaves also the pain
The demons that plague him will cease
Her grief will be cushioned by the knowing,
Her baby has found his peace
