Looking for feedback on poem

[Glenburne]

Aware this is rather different from the above poem...still looking for feedback, though.


"A Baby's Epitaph"

Although I lie here, dumb and still,
So you can show your son and say,
“Be thankful you don’t lie that way
(Although you lie the other),”
I’ve no regrets; I have been given
The greatest gifts in earth or heaven.
How can you scorn them, mother?

For I was born—unlike my twin;
Stretched for the moon with baby hands
And breathed the wind of fairylands
(To me, a leaf was magic);
I chuckled at the banshee’s sob
And leaped on the wild beard of God.
Why did you call me tragic?