Luyện nghe bài hát The Child We Lost 1963

There were in the bedroom
Where the light got thrown by the on the nightstand
On your mother's side, after midnight,
You can see it all
You can see it all
And the in the corner
On the far back shelf the keepsakes, she hid
That box there full of letters of
By the of the kids

You get faint recollections of mother's sigh, countryside drive
And the landscape seen from the of the backseat with some flowers in a basket

That afternoon after school you and your sisters
Found parents in the kitchen at the table
lifting off the lid of the box

And a hush fell everything like a funeral prayer
A reverence, ancestral, in the air

Though you didn't understand it meant
That they said her name aloud around you
sitting at the table with her things they'd kept
You recall cards, tiny clothes, and the smell of the paint in the upstairs bedroom
Until then you know that's what the box had held

parents tiptoeing slowly around always speaking in code

No, they never said her aloud around you
Only you it was perfect where your sister went
And you didn't understand why it hurt them so much that she'd come and left so soon
Could only guess inside head at what a "stillbirth" meant
Only knew that mother

You watched while held her, said "Some things come but can't stay here."
You saw a brightness. Like a light through your eyes closed tight then she away.

here, some place
To remain in the nighttime she made
To be an absence in mom, a sadness hanging her
Like some flame, drifting on and off
She was "Sister," whispered.
"Her" or
"The We Lost."

You visions
A vagueness, a image
You visions

You were a flame lit burned out twice as brightly as the rest of us did
When you left, you were light, then you tumbled

There are that fall still here at a certain angle
In the bedroom on the nightstand by your mother's
From the left on there

the box in the closet, all the things kept
And the where she left
Flowers on the grave, marble where they that name
And mother the whole way home

But she never it once out loud
On the way home from where you thought they meant
When they where sister went

grandpa got hospice sick and he couldn't fall sleep
They wheeled his stretcher bed beside her at
And I saw the

On the day that he
By bed in grandma's eyes
While us grandkids our goodbyes

She "don't cry"
he holds her
Said a I didn't recognize
And the light with all the combined