Elio

Dear little white boy,

such a gentle soul we had found

till one day your lungs had drowned.

that was when you started dying inside.

the only way out was to say goodbye

above your head we put down flowers

below ground your body became sour.

we read you poems and sang a song,

not having you around felt so wrong.

all your brother does is sleep

when thinking of you, he weeps

he knew the day would come where you'd vanish

still everyone tried not to panic

unlike your brother, you were social and wild

even though it had been years, you were still my child

we knew this day would come,

i will love you forever,

From your mom.