Baby’s Breath

How kind must you have been,
How pure must your life have been,
To bloom just the same—even after death.
Roses bow their heads when they fade.
People part with open mouths and heavy hearts.
But you—your life and your passing feel no different.
When mothers leave this world,
They seem to take on your form.
Even when we say goodbye,
You remain just as you were.
There’s something hollow that stirs inside
When we see a flower begin to wilt.
But the soft white baby’s breath stays unchanged,
From beginning to end—
And that quiet dignity makes us pause.
It makes me wonder,
Have I lived with the same gentle heart
As you have all these years?