Child

I peered down at his gentle body
lying still on his wooden bed.
Oh, how peaceful he looked, with his mouth slightly open,
his tender eyelids closed over those big blue eyes
that I could get lost in for hours.
And that wonderful smile of his - the kind that only a child can have.
He would run and dance for hours
spinning around me in perfect twirls.
I longed to hear his fearless laugh and hold his hand
Once more
But as they close the lid of his coffin
I know I must let go and let his fingers slip away.