Looking into the eyes of a baby,

A baby that won't move

My baby.

Tears flow freely,

Arms and clothes wet

From the mess,

No one to hold on to for comfort.

What did I do wrong?

The doctor's words come back,

"She will not last long.

Born too early.

Much too early

to be able to save her."



The only words

That can describe

Who he is.

Four hours later

She is gone,

My sweet Chloe


How can this be?

Eyes sting from the tears

As I turn away.

I will never love again.

The End

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