I found this poem while cleaning out my computer. I wrote it for my poetry class right after Connor passed. It's called an ABC poem, because each word starts with a letter of the alphabet, all the way from A to Z. It was difficult to write and it came out well, so I thought I'd share it:
Any baby can die,
Even fully, generously healthy infants.
Joy killed, leaving many nervous or paranoid.
Quit recalling sadness.
X-ray your zen.