This is a poem for my stillborn brother. If he had lived, he would be 24.
In a vessel of warmth did you live,
the Chalice of Life poured over your soul.
Life taken away, but life did it give,
And sprang forth an ephemeral role.
Many a God did see fit to bestow.
In my mother's arms did you flicker away,
A burden of sadness did she tow.
Many a night did I hear her pray,
For the soul of Xavier, oh the woe!
I hope you found peace in the afterlife,
And a great woman to be your wife.
Rest In Peace.
A little rusty, but I do like how it came out. I suppose it must be weird to think of a stillborn as a brother, but to me he is. Even though I never met him. I suppose I'm just really emotional.
Oh well! So be it.