baby with God now

it’s strange to introduce a two-year-old to death
by way of a black and white picture

“baby sleeping, baby wake up?”
no, buddy, the baby won’t wake up

“baby tired, baby sad?”
no, buddy, the baby died

“why baby die, when baby come back?”
i don’t know, buddy, she won’t come back

and then he repeats what i repeat
to him and to myself

“baby with God now”
yes, buddy, baby with God.