December 16th, the day you were supposed to be born. Two years later. Your ashes sit on a shelf in our house, flanked by stars and dragons, flowers and candles. Oh my dear girl, how I long for you to be here with us, asleep under this roof with your brothers, with your parents who miss you so much. Two years ago, we gathered by the ocean with our closest family and friends and said goodbye to you, tossing flowers onto the outgoing tide. Tonight we sit inside, burn candles, are quiet. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, my tiny love, my clear bright star.
