Beggarman, Thief

What did you become, little one?
I have the plans here. Drawings.
An architecture of the face.
Hands, moving then still.
Feet so agile they can
step into the next world.
These beloved forms
bending over a crib,
do they know you?
How long is not specified.
Walk through the graveyard.
If you want, I will come.