Two toddlers followed their father out of their First Nations home in the midst of a winter storm that raged across the Saskatchewan prairie landscape. Clad in only diapers and light shirts, the sisters perished in the storm and were not known to have been missing until their father asked about them some hours later as he lay in a hospital bed.
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By Jim Swettenham
(c) 2007
The frigid winds of January blow
Across the land – ice-driven snow
As into the night a father did go
His two daughters were in tow
Somewhere in the cold early dawn
The children stumbled dad went on
And as the air crackled with the cold
Whimpers in the wind was all that told
As Mother Earth claimed for her own
Kaydance and Santana as they were known
Whimpers in the wind the lonely sound
Whimpers in the wind from snow covered ground
Whimpers in the wind were not heard
Except by One who spoke the word
Come to me my little child
Come to me from out the wild
Two little babies out in the cold
A tragedy left heartaches untold
As their father made his way
In the snow the two girls lay
And as the air crackled with the cold
Whimpers in the wind was all that told
As Mother Earth claimed for her own
Kaydance and Santana as they were known
Whimpers in the wind the lonely sound
Whimpers in the wind from snow covered ground
Whimpers in the wind were not heard
Except by One who spoke the word
Come to me my little child
Come to me from out the wild
Around the world the news was spread
Of baby girls in the snow lay dead
Dressed in only the barest of clothes
In a snow-swept field the sisters froze
Later in a Kelvington hospital bed
Daddy cried when told they were dead
Claimed by harsh elements was the cause
A last picture was with Santa Claus
And as the air crackled with the cold
Whimpers in the wind was all that told
As Mother Earth claimed for her own
Kaydance and Santana as they were known
Whimpers in the wind the lonely sound
Whimpers in the wind from snow covered ground
Whimpers in the wind were not heard
Except by One who spoke the word
Come to me my little child
Come to me from out the wild
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