In Memory of Brooke Alexandra (11/17/01–12/12/01)
Dreams Unfulfilled
A poem
Could’ve —
danced at her recitals
pink tutus, black tights
dark pigtails twirling
Daddy’s little girl.
Would’ve —
been tangled in wires
monitored to this day
helpless, devastated
unaware eternally.
Will be —
a dream unfulfilled
the baby sister
in Mommy’s tummy
who never came home.
Could’ve —
donned matching
mother-daughter get-ups
smart, strong, sassy,
what Mommy never was.
Would’ve —
choked on every breath,
bright lights
beeping intrusions
asleep permanently
Will be —
a bittersweet memory
a mere snapshot in time
photos in a scrapbook
amid crumbling flowers from her grave.