OscarA little death All around your little life we built a nest of thoughts, of plans,of projects, of inordinately special things just to do with you. Books to be read sat waiting on bookshelves, apples hung hopefully, smiling on trees, daffodil bulbs were planted and eagerly grew in secret under the soil. Snuggly jumpers were imagined and embroidered with sailing ships and lighthouses blinking their warnings on a knitted nightscape of midnight-blue. And we planned to take you to Thailand to visit the boys who dressin saffron robes and dream of eternity daily. And O the days we would have -- those endless yellow days that saunter into other worlds where dragons snort fire and words make no sense and rocket ships are as common placeas blowflies that hover in Summer with bees and early autumn leaves. Little appliquéed trouser suits would arrive in the post -- decorated with puppy dogs and fast red cars and Christopher Robin saying his prayers or walking with Pooh in the rain ... All of us were yearning to see that day when you would emerge shining and fragile and new. We loved you and wanted to hold your body, and cradle you into our arms. Your tiny fingers would curl around ours and showers of love would fall like the enormous lazy fireworks that drift across the sky as gently as moondust, and love-cries would hum in your ears as softly as your mother's heartbeats. We longed for that day like love-sick people,smitten before their time. But Oscar darling, you slipped away, too wise to enter this space. And one day you'll welcome us in party clothes, and sheepishly make your excuse.