Without Ritual

I twiddled my fingers over the motionless lump

I prayed and talked, hoping for some response

I felt the readiness in my body

Everything came out

I was in a tub of warmth and insides

Then he floated up

I held him in my arms and knew

He was the one who would never know

Never know how much he meant to me

An hour or so passed that felt like days

“Goodnight” he was laid in the cradle

soon to be put in a cradle of gold and eternity