I remember holding Alice, holding her close to keep her warm. I wrapped her, adding extra layers around her tiny little body, trying to keep out the cold. I spoke softly to her, my warm whispers settling on her cheeks. Holding her delicate perfect face to mine.
They dressed her in a pink knitted hat and jacket. Keeping her warm. I made her a quilt. To keep her warm.
I tried so hard but, nothing I could do would stop it.
The cold came slowly creeping in, forcing out the warmth, taking over Alice and the room and our lives.
Friday, March 6, 2009
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Sweet Alice Buttons.
She heard you Rach, she heard you.
Hugs
xxx
Oh the cold. Such awful memories of the cold. Hope was practically icy the next morning. I knew at that point, our time together was over. Poor babies.
Alice Buttons is missed all over. ((Hugs))
XXxx.
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