Day 526/Ceasefire Day 56

Who will tell this child
that her baby brother is dead?
Every day she dressed him,
every day she held him.  Every day
she wrapped his small body
in a blanket, in her jacket.  Who
will tell her it wasn’t enough? 
Who will let her touch his cold
skin, that could not withstand
this winter night?  Why is it not
spring yet?  Why are there no
tents, no promised rv’s?  Why
wasn’t this baby born later,
earlier, whenever there might have been
some chance of his outlasting the chill?
Who will tell this child
that all she did for her baby brother
could never have saved him?  Never?