And the first poem…

Tundra Baby (For Tundra)
—Deborah Jarvis  – 1/15/13

Tundra Baby,
Tundra boy.
Darling, sweetheart,
Furry Joy.

Quiet, skittish,
Bite my thumb.
Cuddle closely,
When night comes.

Five years old,
No older still.
Sickness, darkness,
Deathly ill.

Skin and Bones,
All flesh dissolved.
Tremor, shaking,
Life resolved.

Pills and tablets,
Keep you here.
Cancer creeping,
Minutes dear.

Morning rises,
Days go bye.
Wondering just
How soon you’ll fly.

Tundra Baby,
On the floor.
Death on car seat
Joy no more.

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