Born Silently

Pain shattered with silence
instead of a cry — the door closes
to keep the sadness in or the joy
down the hall out?
Sleeping but not breathing
violet-grey skin wrapped in a
blanket of pristine white.
A miracle of blissful perfection
who will never hear
the sound of his name
spoken or understand
how dearly he was loved
and I,
I will Always
who you would have been.