by Jolyn Low
Today you were cradled in my frail arms for the first time and for the last that you will be encapsulated in another's fleeting embrace My hands they hold you close but ever so sinisterly, too close. They restrain you and fool you with their security. I wish that you understood why they had to, it is for your own good, that is what we say. But there are the feelings of grief arising inside, when your heartbeat fades so close to mine; When you wear the devil's gloves for a moment, and take away what is a life.