Their loss, I feel.

A name on online.



I may never actually meet you.
But connections made
through a commUnity,
your story shared,
of your smallest
his battle there. Your Jett.
From the start, afflictions persisted
jaws did snap, in derision
defiance
urgings of love, strength
the teeth did tear
at troubles, despite the skin
bearing your sorrow.
We watched your struggles
honored that you shared-
cried with you
as small steps took leaps back
Smallest Jett, you fought with your
Mother - she who inspires.
You left today, on the longest flight.
I hope if you come back, you see
more of the flavours of
life.
Too soon, Smallest-of-Wings,
but sometimes, we're meant to linger only briefly
even if it hurts to watch you go.

In memory of Jett Tully, whom was let go this day, at five months of age.