A Poem by Donnel Schmidt...

The small wooden box stands poised before the steps of the church alter.
Two stuffed teddy bears resting against one another snuggle on top.
A couple of helium filled balloons tied at one end danced lazily in the breeze coming from the open doorway.
The occasion was solemn.
The once empty church quiet, now filled with mourners.
The priest spoke, a funeral mass was offered, most wept including those officiating.
Aiden and Wyatt lay still in their box cradle.
Both boys unaware of the sadness around them.
New parents, now grieving, joy wiped away by this sudden unexplained loss.
Tears flow,
Noses run,
Eyes burn,
Collective hearts are broken.
The small box is whisked away followed by the stunned and shattered parents.
Grand parents and immediate family bewildered, tag begrudgingly behind.
The church empties,
Wet tissues stuffed deep into pockets.
Aiden and Wyatt can now run and play amongst the clouds

-By Donnel Schmidt

Thank you Donnel! You are a great friend and we are lucky to have you in our lives!