*STILL*

  • STILL *

Holding your tiny, lifeless body,
watching you fade away,
there was nothing I could do

Feeling you dissipate with each passing moment,
still, there was nothing I could do

The fight was then near over for you,
as you gasped to catch your last breath,
still, there was nothing I could do

trying to breath short, tiny breathes of air,
into your fragile, little lungs,
still, there was nothing I could do

Comforting you during your last and final moments,
as I endlessly fought to fight for your life,
still, there was nothing I could do

You had been just too sick to continue your battle,
so I then stayed comforting you, at your clinical cage-side,
still, there was nothing I could have possibly done.

*STILL*

Becky Hartin

London, Canada

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Artist's Description

This poem is in dedication to the wee little kitten that fought endlessly to hang onto his life,while I too desperatly tried to safe this helpless, tiny wee soul.

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