They can't wait to get on with life. They haven't yet experienced death. Brothers pass him, keep on going. They haven't yet experienced death. Too bad they grow up so fast.
Roses are remembrance of babies born.
I am cradled in the crescent of a dark underwater shadow. I gulp air, breathe quick shallow breaths, tread water while A dark underwater shadow creeping closer to me, nudges my leg. I gulp air, breathe quick, kick out giving respectful space. Creeping closer to me, nudging my leg this manatee, not concerned about giving respectful space, shows his face two feet from mine. This manatee, not concerned about me and my reeling thoughts, shows his face two feet from mine, his rubbery shiny wet face.