The Birth
She had a baby -
now it's gone
her time on earth
was not so long
Only a heartbeat -
nary a breath
before this little one
went to meet Death.
She had a baby
too early, too small
No chance of survival
even given our all
No efforts would have made her
tiny body cling to life
So hard to see this child
in her desperate, futile fight...
She had a baby
now only memories
of how this little person kicked
and fluttered constantly
A tiny set of footprints,
unworn bracelets, and a hat
are all that go home with
this mother and dad...
(c)K.E.Cline, 01 June 1997
(for Angela)