Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
Baby bird, I see your wings were ready, From a hatchling you sure grew. Mother bird flies over head, She took such care of you.
It was only one cruel moment, And now here you lie with bones so still. If I could change time’s callous course, I would hear your songs of life and will.
But suddenly you are with the ants, You fragile little thing. Why did the others make it? You too, were made to fly and sing.
From a hatchling you sure grew.
Mother bird flies over head,
She took such care of you.
It was only one cruel moment,
And now here you lie with bones so still.
If I could change time’s callous course,
I would hear your songs of life and will.
But suddenly you are with the ants,
You fragile little thing.
Why did the others make it?
You too, were made to fly and sing.