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I can see why Tracey think this is about a child.

For me...it reminds me of when my mother was in the hospital battling cancer (bleeding ulcers, and surgery to remove her spleen at the same time). She went in as a size 20, three months later when she was finally released to begin chemo, she was a size 6. I had gotten used to her being a heavy woman. She looked so frail.

I love the last line. I remember holding my Mom and silently praying she would make it through all of that.

I am not about to say that I know what this poem is about. It could be kittens for all I know, but this is what I took from it. Needless to say, it was very touching.