Amanda M.

Baby

Covered in the blood
Exposed to the cold dark world
The first and last time

Cleaned with a towel
It’s too rough against the skin
The vision is blurred

Beginning to cry
The smiling faces confuse
Know nothing of pain

Now the smiles fade
Turning to horror and shock
Cannot stop staring

Rushed to a white room
Skin the color of the sky
Eyes wide, lips purple

The crying has stopped
And the clean white fades to black
But there is a light

The light comes closer
It dazzles in the darkness
Soon it envelops

White figures are still
The small body in their arms
Breathing its last breath

Wrapped in a white cloth
Sheets now wet with tears and blood
Parents dressed in black

Untouched is the cradle,
The baby pink room barren
Like the parent’s hearts

Baby is at peace
In a glossy black coffin
Now six feet under





[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]


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