More and More
His unfolding hope diminished further
Cold swirling white wrapped his inadequate
Weak
Freezing chest
Moving feebly in a nearly forgotten whiteness
"Snowflakes" he recalled
"They're very beautiful"
There was no response
Tear stains outlined on his tiny fluttering lashes showed the child was scared
The bicycle laid sideways in the snow,
How easy it would be to drop beside it himself,
To slide into the softness of snow, the warm comfort of sleep
Memories had fallen behind him now
Escaping his protection
Were there any left was the question
A last bit of warmth perhaps
Did he have the strength to continue
He tried to remember
