Avery
by Kristyn Covert
You were supposed to be
a happy treasure. Unknown to us
for a little. While
I mowed the grass,
I thought of how you took your first
and last breath.
Hours. Minutes ago.
So little time. You were
and now you’re not.
My calloused hands still
gentle enough. Never held
but always loved.
Never met.
But thought of
more than a lot. She cries
at night. Silent
I must
stay. Please.
Why?