A dead child forever remains a child,

even if he was an adult.

He goes back and fades through the spyglass of time,

slowly fading away…

You page through the album

from end to start

There he was a man, a soldier.

Now in the last picture

He stays forever a week old baby

covered with his blanket cradled with the light of love.

And always to remain a memory of an embryo.

Something never ending.

And it will never end…