Flames licking at the charred remains from the year.
A memory they would forever hold so dear.
She weeps into his coat, her body now a wreck.
He stands there, resolute, feelings in check.
They watch the flames and tentatively look around.
Try to ensure this deed is never found.
In life, as now in death, one so young is oh so small.
The birth, traumatic, painful and without medical recall.
As flames they now turn into embers,
It is with heavy eyes and hearts the mind remembers.
A moment now assigned to he drawer marked 'error', no words spoken.
A moment now over, but hearts, forever broken.
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