they’ll grow up knowing gravestones
and that you never run among the dead
they’ll grow up kneeling by her side
and tossing toys up to the sky
they’ll grow up being brothers
to the only sister that they have
with cards and flowers
and prayers and fundraisers
they’ll grow up fighting to include her
to explain her presence to landlocked friends
and they’ll grow up learning that love is always love
in whatever magical or boundless form
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 