Unbearable Beauty In Scarlett

I look at her picture ... she'll never grow old. A feathered headband on her small, downy head. The pain will lessen, that's what we've been told but we've so few memories of a babe , now dead. Scarlett of name, a moniker bold, for such a wee thing, fragile and young. She won't grow into the name, will never grow old. Won't learn to walk or talk or ever have fun. I look at her picture, tears brimming my eyes. She sleeps so peacefully in repose. They say time will heal but I believe it's all lies. The grief that we feel, no one really knows. Her unbearable beauty left scars on our hearts. On the day God reclaimed her ... we all fell apart.