A Child Died Here

by Alan S. Garrett


A child died here
Magnetic letters still cling to the kitchen refrigerator
Dolls line the bedroom shelves
The bed remains made with no one left to be tucked in at night

A child died here
Springs still run forth from the surrounding desert but the bubbling water only speaks of loss
While empty eyes stare into star filled skies with a glassed over gaze that forever wonders what might have been

A child died here
In a home filled with love that has been replaced with an emptiness only ghosts understand as they pace back and forth, chained to circumstances that are always beyond their control 

A child died here