for Lochlan 29/1/08 - 6/4/08
How early it is to be so tired.
A machine reminds him when to breathe.
It whispers life is brief as a sigh.
Today his mother bathed him
and sis tickled and teased with what they’d do
when he grows up.
One eye heavily winks
as if he knows a wicked joke.
He'll tell you later.
The way his hand wraps
around dad's finger, loosely as if:
what more is there to know about love.
ripples from the line
scatter the stars
.by Jeffrey Harpeng
Macgregor, Qld., Australia