Dear Brother, 

You cradled death in your arms where there should have been life. 
You heard silence in the room where there should have been cries.
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 You saw stillness in the body where there should have been kicking 
You tasted fear in your mouth where there should have been giggling 
You smelled pity in the hearts where there should have been joy Yes,
 you cradled death in your arms and you yourself are but a boy. 
I wonder of the purpose of all your hurt and pain I can’t imagine how your loss could be outweighed by a gain they say that only men of great get tested to their core the more respect He has for you the more He’ll make you sore but words of rank are not enough when I look you in the eye when all I want for you, 
dear brother is to hear your baby’s cry I can’t change the moment when death was born that awful day but if I change myself, I know I can bring a better day a day when good and light will shine and all things will be better and in your arms you will cradle life and her life will shine forever