Buried Beneath the Snow
The sad begging blue eyes
Almost bring tears to my eyes.
Almost.
The tiny warm smile
Almost makes a matching grin.
Almost.
The pitter patter of tiny feet
Almost makes me laugh.
Almost.
The clinging hug
Almost makes me cry for joy.
Almost.
The actions of this little one
Almost make me feel.
Almost.
They would make me feel
if my heart was not
buried in the snow.
If my eyes had not
Already sobbed too much
out in the cold.
If my smile hadn't
disappeared with
my little one.
If my merry laugh
hadn't faded
on that freezing winter night.
But my heart is already
buried deep in the snow.
I cannot feel the joys of life
anymore.
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