What matters
dead before
they could ever be
what might have been
we'll never see
so why go round
and round again
to show how wrong
(or right)
our law has been
why not instead
spend precious breath
on those
we find
this side of death
who may not see
age one or three
or ever know
great joy or glee
or even
feel a mother's
kiss
or have one time
full tummy bliss
why not use
our fleeting days
to think about
the many ways
we can make
our own space
a somewhat better
living place
for those who are
still here
here now
with heavy hearts
and
furrowed brows.
they did matter
and matter still
perhaps
to the ones
for whom time
does not elapse
who cannot
forget
what was
and
never will be
again
for while
we deal in
speculation
it's
their past
their pain and
their chagrin.