For Curtis

Curtis Lee Davis
01/26/89 to 12/01/90

I stand upon a frozen windy hill;
My body numb with cold I do not feel.

Within my heart is now an empty place
Where once there was a bright and smiling face.

His marker seems too tiny and so lost;
To have him back I’d pay whatever cost.

On Friday morning he would have been two.
This pain is so great, Dear God, what will I do?

01/22/91
Rebecca