Her pink cheeks
Flushed out of blood,
Her lips a cold blue
Her neck slanting forward sitting on the cold wooden floor
Shivering hands tremble to touch her and wake her
Tears too many to dry
Calling her name
Her children quickly surround her
Each distressed with fear
Their voices trembling too
Is it too late to save her
Have we neglected her suffering
Have we been too blind to see
The life she gave to us with love so gracefully
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Her pink cheeks
Flushed out of blood,
Her lips a cold blue
Her neck slanting forward sitting on the cold wooden floor
Shivering hands tremble to touch her and wake her
Tears too many to dry
Calling her name
Her children quickly surround her
Each distressed with fear
Their voices trembling too
Is it too late to save her
Have we neglected her suffering
Have we been too blind to see
The life she gave to us with love so gracefully
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