The sad begging blue eyes

Almost bring tears to my eyes.

Almost.

 

The tiny warm smile

Almost makes a matching grin.

Almost.

 

The pitter patter of tiny feet

Almost makes me laugh.

Almost.

 

The clinging hug

Almost makes me cry for joy.

Almost.

 

The actions of this little one

Almost make me feel.

Almost.

 

They would make me feel

if my heart was not

buried in the snow.

 

If my eyes had not

Already sobbed too much

out in the cold.

 

If my smile hadn't

disappeared with

my little one.

 

If my merry laugh

hadn't faded

on that freezing winter night.

 

But my heart is already

buried deep in the snow.

I cannot feel the joys of life

anymore.