The memory smells sweet like talcum and lotion,
yet sets heavy endless heartbreak in motion.
A baby held forever in angel’s arms,
protected in Heaven, safe from earth’s harms.
The empty, still cradle is left in our heart,
all hopes and dreams to prevail, torn apart.
Love and loss do not end in a grave;
they forever remain, our hearts to enslave.
Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris