Too cold
To hold my bowl and spoon,
To feel my toes.
Too tired
To breathe,
To suck air in and blow it out.
Just five more steps,
I told myself.
You can do it.
Just five more steps.
Leybl will be waiting.
He knows what happened
To Mama, Papa, and Mushke.
You must survive for him.
Now five more.
Then you can rest.
Just five more steps.
But there was
No rest.
Just marching
On.
The Heart still beating under my arm.