
the number itself puts on
heavy cloak of significiance,
as if remaining days
were either pre- or post-event.
Fifty-three years ago today,
a baby died before he had a chance
to live but hours outside hospital
walls. If you think that's much
too long to grieve, his life
too brief to bother with
remembering, you've never
lost a child.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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