Today I tossed 7 little plastic bottles of hope into the dumpster.
7 frosted-over vials of love and wishes
breast milk for a baby who will never drink it
little labels with cartoon elephants
marked 2:50 AM
mom's sleepless night
dad's shift at the NICU
7 little containers holding so many possible futures gone
my hands are still cold despite hugs and words unspoken
there are no words that heal the loss that leaves 7 little bottles frozen.
