Innocence and Memory

Girl with a lamb, it’s wool white,
her sweater grey, her eyes green.
She whispers to it, strokes it’s softly,
holds it close to her, and it is content.
Girl, still loving witout a thought,
not knowing what lambs are raised for,
holds it close, like it were a child,
a child she was charged to protect.
Girl and lamb, in the first of winter,
in the coming darkness and cold,
can innocence and memory, keep us warm,
keep us clean, keep us good, in the night?
The girl nuzzles the lambs head, squeezes it
and the lamb is happy. In this moment, they are happy.

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