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Hands of Plaster
November 11th, 2014 by Coral

Tiny hands of plaster
That’s what we received
For a day spent in the hospital
And all the months we grieved

Two small hands of plaster
Replacing flesh and bone
Reminders of the precious one
Who all too soon was gone

Inadequate hands of plaster
Never will replace
The hole torn in my heart
By his serene baby face

The time we had together
Can not be called enough
The emptiness we feel each day
Outsiders describe as “tough”

Innocent hands of plaster
Strengthening the rest
Though one brother may be missing
My family was blessed.

Today marks the third birthday of my youngest brother, Freddie. It has taken me three years to be able to write a poem for him, but I finally managed it.


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