For A.

Here lies a baby
who laughed and cried,
grew hot, and hotter
and suddenly died.
Once he rode high
on his fatherís shoulder.
He is not yet two.
He will never be older.

We had the same name
with both of us in it. Where
are Helenandlouise, they saidó
havenít you brought Helenandlouise?

I may have been first
in order of being born
but I canít remember a Louise
without a Helen, you see,
or a Helen without a Louise

until now.

Helena Nelson

If you have any thoughts on these poems, Helena Nelson  would be pleased to hear them.