Bring babies to my funeral

When the time comes…

May the moment of silence break with the rattle of snack cups.

May pink bows and light-up sneakers pepper the sea of black.

May happy babbling mix with tears of remembrance.

May the scent of baby shampoo and Wet Wipes linger alongside the roses and lilies.

May hiccups and giggles join the chorus of the songs sending me Home.

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