Holding them tight <br />Within my arms, <br />Holding them close <br />Safe from harm. <br /> <br />Pets and children, <br />Mother and wife, <br />Awaiting death <br />Within my life. <br /> <br />I wish for some, <br />To be the first. <br />I wish for others, <br />No more hurt. <br /> <br />But knowledge and pain <br />Brings the knowing <br />That gnawing fear <br />Is always growing. <br /> <br />That no one here, <br />Is ever safe. <br />That I will be, <br />Always to late. <br /> <br />To late to hold them <br />One last time, <br />With only the memory <br />That they were mine.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-3/
