by Nasim Begum

Created on: April 08, 2008

Skin so soft as cotton wool
Beautiful silky hair greased together
Cute little nose, lips and gorgeous eyes
Fingers and toes so perfectly posed

Cold and clammy, I feel so sad
Empty and isolated, hidden from the norm
Shocked, in denial, how could this be?
My little baby was not to be

Frozen, pale and lifeless
So small and so helpless
All quiet, too peaceful
Sleeping but not moving

Too much to bear, to much to share
My baby was never to survive
My sweet bump, you beautiful thing
What plans we had for you

How do I cope, how do I behave
This is not happening, not to me
Your little sister, what shall I tell her?
Your baby brother is never coming home to stay

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