03 May

With a cry,

Covered in blood red,

A fine baby was born,

With a defect in the brain.

The parents have hearts of gold,

Welcomed her with opened arms

Despite the imperfection.

She was never left

To battle the world alone.

But her life was short,

She died without reaching 21st.

The happy times,

This stuff and that,

Shone in the parents’ memory.

The rain poured down,

The day at her funeral.

The tears were drowned in the rain,

But one thing sure,

Short was her life,

She had a wonderful one.

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