A little heartbeat beating slow,
In the pocket of my hands.
A quiver here – a shiver there,
So scared and so alone.
A little light I wished to save,
Was quickly fading away.
The strength behind those downy wings,
Weakened by what death brings.
To my heart, I held him close,
Too close to me perhaps,
For in my chest, I felt a burn,
A pain that’s gonna last.
This feeling jars, twists, and threads,
My mind with dawning dread.
Life leads to death where it will end.
Through death I must find life again.
A little light I couldn’t save,
Snuffed so swiftly before my gaze,
Reminds me that I have no say,
The way which death will sway.
To be a good Samaritan,
Means giving help when needed.
The other half of this hard task,
Is letting go when asked.