April 19, 1995

Frail shadow stilled in time amidst the dust,
Her silent form from earth's embrace I trust.
Just now past the point where I can revive
The burden I bear to wear Number Five.

Whispering soft words I know she can’t hear,
My silent prayer that won’t quell my fear.
Wet trails of sorrow mark a weary face
For innocence lost; the countless embrace.

Holding her close, a heartbreaking sight,
Her final guardian; her gentle knight.
Angel host awaits their presence I hear
Offering their comfort as they draw near

Bound by chemical immortality
On film, the moment of finality
The babe I cradle, in memory she lives
She now becomes far more than I can give.

A symbol of loss, of hope and sorrow
The day that for her there was no tomorrow
I carry her forth, through rubble and flame,
A vow unspoken, to honor her name.