There are names the wind remembers,
Even when the world grows still.
Some children stay in photographs,
Some live beyond the hill.
You were only ours for moments,
Yet forever you’ll remain.
Not only in our memories,
But in our joy and pain.
Your brothers and your sisters
Will know your gentle light,
Because love does not stop existing
Simply because you’re out of sight.
You are woven through our family,
In every laugh and tear.
Gone from our hands,
But never from our hearts—
Always, always near.
Between Bruises and Blooms 
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