Untouched

Just an ordinary rock. Untouched. Unharmed.
Sick, shaking hands clutched it.
Little rock, no meaning,
depressed but full of life and emotion
faith and misery
full of hope
blazing hot water
dripping from the lifeless being
cold brush pierced its edges
as the rick dropped on the ground
leaving a smudge on the right corner
the small hands shook even more
a heart stopped
no longer in pain
waking up in hospital
lifeless but alive
motionless and scared
her heart slowly beating
with the rock in her granddaughters arms.
hope and remembrance, with of course, love.