By Scott Williamson
Pale as alabaster, her skin is like the first winter snow. I search for a soul in those vacant eyes, for any spark of life. But it’s extinguished.
Out of the womb she barely drew breath. Her life was so short. I cradle her exquisite frame in my arms, ever so gently so I don’t crush her, but tightly enough so I never let her go.
My tears fall and caress her cheeks like fresh morning dew. To have known her for just one moment is painful, and sweet.
I would endure a lifetime of pain for just one moment more.
Such a bittersweet story. Threatens to bring a tear to one’s eye.
Thanks Bobby. Appreciate your comment.
That’s so beautiful and something many will relate to. I’m going to share on my newsfeed.
Thanks so much, Louise.
As the others have noted, this one is special.
Thank you Tony.
Heart breaking yet beautiful. Loved every word of your story.
Thanks Jyothi. Appreciate your comment.