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At twenty weeks      they saw the light—  
two daughters  Esme Teresa and Elle Norma    
            wombed in delight—  
before the room  
            turned still     and gray.  

A silence  
      swept our joy away. 

Two tiny souls  
     twin sparks alight  
a future sky written in their flight—  
     their names  
            floating  
                   in ether.  

“Esme Teresa and Elle Norma”

But then  
    the silence  
           fell heavy as stone. 

the nursery    untouched  
the crib—  
     a garden of dreams unwatered  
where giggles lay dormant  
     roots never took hold  
             in life’s soft soil .

No flutter now  
          beneath Mom’s skin—  
no song of life  
no kick within—  
only the weight  
       of unmade memories…  
laughter  
     that never danced  
           in the air.

Spring  
     cradled their laughter  
but winter  
        whipped in without warning  
leaving a landscape  
         barren  
where warmth once kissed  
                      their cheeks.

Two heartbeats—  
     once a serenade—  
now still  
     as the quietest chamber.

The doctor bowed  
     the heavens wept  
Hope lay down  
     where sorrow slept.

We cradle the ache  
         a weight too vast—  
the visions  
       of pink bows  
                 and shared giggles.
swept away  
       in the stillness  
                  of what could have been  …

We set sail  
        on a sea of glass—  
but a tempest  
          ripped through our course  
leaving us adrift  
      lost in waves of sorrow  
searching  
       for the lighthouse  
                      of their laughter.

Tomorrow comes—  
         with cradle bare  
its holy breath  
         not there.

And with it  
     the earth  
           will meet them—  
two daughters  
     born to darkness.

We   the family  
     hold grief in our arms  
           where life was meant to be.

Mom and Dad hold them once  
        then let them go—  
two stars God summoned  
     veiled in  
             white as snow.

And in our hearts  
       they will remain  
two pink candles  
     that never flickered .

carrying the warmth  
         of a love  
that never took its first breath—  
     yet burned  
            into our being.

We speak their names  
    “Esme Teresa and Elle Norma”
          in prayers  
trace them  
     on nursery walls  
and dream  
     of lullabies  
            that Heaven  
                     cradles now.  
                             where one day 
                                      we’ll be reunited
                                               in joy’s eternal embrace.
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