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