Little Tweedy Bear

I never got to hold your tiny hands

or kiss your little feet

But you are the last thing I think of

before I fall asleep.

At night, 

I still count sheep for you.

My heart still beats

for yours.

I'll never forget

what I never had

and what will always be mine,

a tiny heartbeat frozen in time.

I called you Little Bear,

But now you remind me of Tweed,

My favourite cow on the farm

Before she was taken for slaughter.

The world is full of angles

who never grace us with their presence.

Reviews

[NotUsinganymore]

Very wonderful poem about the impact of eating meat.

[Coffee Lady]

Interesting interpretation :) Thank you!