The mother comes to hold the baby limbs are held and still falling body is not whole, not held whole separated limbs held up, not held. They cannot hold all of her. The mother's smell is too much light is too bright, hurting bright, The baby is taken out, shaken upside down, noises loud, the loud hurts. The woman listens to the outpouring of grief-words from the people, friends, standing under the trees in the warm air. She feels herself kneel down silently, no one hears, placing the smallest bear among the flowers, for the baby, for her little girl.
People sing and weep.
Waves of feeling wash within her, no names, no wetness. The prayer man also watches. He watches the woman as he reaches his hand out to the burning switch. He watches for a sign of life. He stops, waits.