Candles (For a Stillbirth) by Nancie Martin
And there you are in my arms
in a dress with ruffles grinning with just two teeth
as everyone sings to you,and that’s you
with handfuls of wrapping paper,
your face smeared with frosting,
and look at you there, showing your doll
how to cut the cake,
and it seems impossible that it’s been four years
of me lighting candles you’ll never see,
flickering dimly in their fireproof glass,
on the day you were...