by Rosie Coombs

Created on: July 23, 2010

Guilt and fear overcame me as I walked you inside,

I wanted to back out, and change my mind.

But that would have been selfish, not thinking of you,

I sat on the floor, and you stood looking down at me.

"Is this a game mum?" Is what it looked like you were saying,

He came with the needle, we all started praying.

You licked my face as he injected the substance,

Then you fell into my lap, taking a last breath and then you were gone.

For you to grow old was never an option,

Your hips wouldn't have allowed it, my baby of 2 years.

It haunts me every night, I relive only what went on in that room.

I love you always and i never wanted you to leave.

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