The saddest for a mother to watch
is her daughter
watching the snow fall
through a cold window pane
Fogged by the breath of a sick little girl
pressing her face hard up against the glass.
Too sick to go outside;
but not too sick to ask
why god made something so pretty
that she couldn't play with.
Mothers Plea
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008 with permission of the Author.
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