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Silver Wolf


Little lips
Cold and blue
This was the last I saw of you
Little eyes forever closed
In dark repose
Tiny hands that will not open
Tiny legs that will not kick
And the sound
Of rescue breaths
Escaping from your tiny chest
Little heart that does not beat
Icy cold your little feet
One tiny arm flung up to crown your golden head
The stranger's voice
That said
The awful words that you were dead
The awful words that echo in my head
The Karmic choice we made in the Beyond
So soon to sever this life's fragile bond
Seems far away and wrong
Even so, my little one has gone
And tell me, Lady, how do I go on?

© 2000 by Kathleen P. Leach. All rights reserved.

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