He lives in my heart!

I could hear cries

As I approached le lieu du crime

On a dirty dark road

Around an unknown young child

Covered with blood – no identity

I could feel a connection;

Some sort of deep sympathy

For that faceless child

As I dragged my feet home;

What mother at this time of the night

Leaves their child cross a dark road – alone?

I could sense anger –

As my eyelid closed up to tears;

I should have recognised him,

I could have saved him!

O, what pain! Tell me how much pain

Did he have to suffer?

I could see closed eyes

Through his now white face

As they brought him in –

The small wooden box was

Too much confinement

For a young boy as lively as he –

I could see two broken arms

On a eleven years-old boy

Who had never broken a finger –

As he laid there

I could see closed eyes

On a face that looked rather curious –

The end of his lips

Gave the impression of a smile –

The same sad smile he had the very last time I saw him!

I could hold my brother’s hand

As we brought his body to its next residence

Too secluded a place for

Un garcon hosptalier!

As we dropped our last flowers,

I find comfort in knowing he had gone Home

I couldn’t say goodbye,

I did not realise he was gone –

Grief would be painful later on

As I sensed his concrete absence

But he lives on in my heart and dreams

Reminding me he is in a better place

I don’t have to worry about him getting hurt – anymore

I can sense his presence in my heart

And six years on, Rigson still lives