Her head,
Laden in my arms,
Cold.

Her eyes,
Concealed by blue tinted eye lids.

Her hands,
Petite,
Curled into small fists.

They were purple,
Absent of warmth.

I didn't hear,
A cry
A whimper
Nothing...

But!
I saw a yawn
A diminutive and brief yawn.

Fifteen minutes.

I can't let go...
I don't want to...

Tears come,
Descending
Their
Short
Journey
Off
My
Cheeks.

I try to blink them away,
Looking to my brother.

A pained expression is painted upon his tear stained face.

Through the tears I watch.
I watch as he gently presses his warm lips to her cold forehead.

Goodbye.
He whispers.

Our sister,
Little
Broken
Fragile.

To young to understand,
My little brother
Crawls
Into
My
Lap

His head rested upon my shoulder.

To young to understand.

Soft sobs fill the room and I think...
My hand rubbing soothingly
Up
And
Down
His
Back.

To young to be heartbroken...