Six Stone Deep

six stone deep i buried her baby because she'd walked asleep- for fear she'd dig it up maybe it died in early spring the flowers had just budded i took it in the night planted it softly mudded then a month went by- then two; then half a year by winter's end I found a tree was living there she saw the tree that grew she kept it in her sight last thing, before she slept she'd kiss the tree goodnight would greet the tree each day and kiss it's tiny bower one day in early spring there bloomed the palest flower she plucked it wet with dew and took it to her room when she didn't appear again i found her there at noon they buried her the same way her hands upon her chest the bloom upon her face fast to her lips was pressed