A Child's Prayer

You held hands and breathed in deep

The scent of the flowers you bloomed.

I'm dried up, torn and lonely now

The petal left adrift a half-dead tree

You ask me for the wedding band

Wrapped so carefully in soft tissue

I wish you had kept me that safe too

I smile at the idea

I give it to you, dusting the grime away

Joyous to see you smile, torn within to sighs

That should have been his who is now--

Driftwood holding me aloft

In your unknowing fluttering rivulet of joy

That only saw its own.