• Giuliana Ferrari

Baby bird

Giuliana shares an emotional poem about not being able to save a life.


There aren’t many things I know

But I know you won’t make it


I never learned how to save a life and yet

Here you are

Laying in my palm

Your little body is so small

The creases of my hand, are they soft?


I don’t know how to build a nest

But I have a shoebox, and a dish towel


Your eyelids haven’t even opened

I can see right through them

So thin and fragile

Like tissue paper (the sweetest pink colour) wrapped around a black marble

Two gifts for the sweetest baby,

that will never get to see


I know it’s not enough

But maybe if I close my eyes like you

We can both see the sky above the clouds

And feel what it means to see heaven