Gone.

Plucked far too soon
from your safe shell,
rest, precious pearl,
unfinished but loved,
in the comfort of
the everlasting sleep.
Let the stars shine for you
bright and unwavering,
lighting your way to heaven.
Your fingers and cries,
now but a memory,
but one that we will keep
close to our hearts.
We weep now and forever,
to lose your fragile shell,
while those who have gone before,
cradle you in their arms.
So rest deeply and loved,
our dear little child,
while we mourn.