A lump formed in my throat
as I looked down at the small, lifeless form.
Bitterly cold and wet
and then a breath; a whisper
and a distant heartbeat.
For three hours we warmed
and held and tried to massage
a dwindling life.
I think it was the cold.
Its not spring up here.
Its still winter.
And winter took a new life.
Powerful choice of words, this brought a lump to my throat and tears formed at the back of my eyes. Winter can be so cruel.
ReplyDeleteCuby Poet: This was one of twins born yesterday in bitterly cold weather. Thankfully the other one survived.
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