You are a soul whom none respects;
a fleeting by-product of conjugal sex.
You were three weeks on this earth, but to them,
you were as disposable as toxic run-off,
too small to be of much consequence.

Somebody loves you on this earth.
They think my love was for something
that never was.
And yet I know you were in me,
you beautiful soul
with a beauty that transcends your status
as an embryo.