From Pink to Grey

From pink to grey
and from dust to ashes,
she had poured
through my fingers.
Time became senseless;
eternity was one moment,
that day she stopped breathing.

Time took no pity on me
nor had it the decency to wait
until the silence of fear
was no longer deafening,
nor terror so blinding.
I did not hear the gurgling
rise from her tiny lungs
or see the blush
that had returned to her cheeks.

But ashes turned into stardust
and pink rose petals
lay scattered on her pillow
when my precious child
smiled at me again.

? Christine Magee 2004