Ashley Patek
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Mama, tell me about my sister.
His big brown eyes
Looked up with wonderment.

Do you hold her?
Bringing my hands to my heart,
I smiled and said, "In here."

Do you see her?
His hand fell into mine as I pointed.
The trees, the butterflies, the stars … She’s there.

Do you talk to her?
I closed my eyes so I could hear.
Yes, if you listen, her sounds are everywhere.

Mama, will you show me more?
Quietly nodding,
I untucked a keepsake from my drawer.

I showed him her onesie,
She only wore it once.

I showed him her picture,
He said, "Wow, she was a baby just like us."

What happened, mama?
Why didn’t she come home?

Her body laid so still at birth, I said,
But her soul knew where to go.

Tears in my eyes,
A knowing on his face.
He hugged me tightly and whispered softly,
“Mama, she will always have a place.”