The Cold
Why didn’t you come when I called you in?
The snow outside was up over my shin.
I saw you running around and around,
And yet you didn’t respond with a sound.
There was no way for me to get you; it was too cold,
And I was much, much too old.
Then you were gone, out of sight,
And quickly after, day became night.
I couldn’t go out, else I would have been dead,
So I left the door unlocked for you instead.
But morning came, and you were not there,
And outside, I saw a tuft of your hair
I moved as fast as my old body could,
Out towards the spot where you lay like wood.
I saw you unmoving, devoid of yesterday’s fun.
I knelt by your side, my dear grandson.
I knelt by you, in the snow on that hill.
I knelt by you, my grandson, now forever still.
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