Twenty-Three Days For twenty-three days this world was blessed,Twenty-Three Days by Neo128
Every second she was in it.
For twenty-three days a heroine fought
When she shouldn’t have made a minute.
She came three months too early,
But was no easy prey for death.
For twenty-three days she battled
For each thimbleful of breath.
For twenty-three days she held on;
To her tiny life she clung.
For twenty-three days she fought for air
With each fingernail-sized lung.
After twenty-three days her strength was done
And this world lost a priceless pearl.
It took twenty-three days for almighty death
To beat a two-pound baby girl.
It will never matter what persons I meet,
Or what lists of triumphs they show.
Little Amelia will always be
The bravest soul I know.
Approach him not, you common things,
Nor hopes of love evince.
No seat of fellowship is found
In the realm of the jaguar prince.
Venerate his magnificence,
Exalt his ascendant star,
Revere the very thought of him,
But do so from afar.
He holds inviolate the rites
Of devout self-adoration,
And must disdainfully dismiss
All things beneath his station.
Seek you not for answers
As to why he's built his wall,
For I know him better than anyone,
And I know him—not at all.