Their Little hearts beat hard and fast,
As they lay in their incubators.
They try so hard to stay alive,
They've still not been able to open their eyes.
Some need help just to breath,
Others have just had surgery.
A few days brought into this world,
But without some help they won't stay alive.
Their parents worry day and night,
As they think of their babies all the time.
How much they wish to hold them close,
To feel their breath upon their chest.
They beg and pray their child will live,
But not all babies will stay alive,
Some will spread their wings and fly.
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Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
