Baby Angel Denice Poem by David N. Munene

One month was all Denice needed
One month to leave grown hearts beaded
With a love incorruptible yet unfathomable
Such a tender impact; softness so remarkable

One month to put endless smiles
Those that will walk us thousands of miles
Taught all in that one month
That there is a lifetime in a month

We mourn the one month
For it is human and dearth
May be for another one month
Yet celebrate Denice’s life for many a month

Dear, you will not lie with the deaD
Eternity is what you have madE
Now that you our memories adorN
Indeed in such a short alibI,
Child, your presence is a lovely epidemiC
Embedded in us like to gambler the roulettE