Those Are The Children

They matter,

quiet souls that one day,

disappear,

without warning,

suddenly their lives are measured by the hour,

when only last week their smile sufficed.

Sufficed, meant nothing more than

satisfied the moment,

until it is gone,

that’s when the tears arrive,

that’s the time we all remember we wished

none of the pain –

(oh bullshit it could have been prevented.)

No one’s reality need to be the loss of a child.