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Baby Boy

the piece of life that someone had

By Kaitlin Bellmond-GriffinPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Down the hall lay his toys,

I miss the days with all his noise.

Race cars, Legos, plastic dinosaurs,

And him sliding across the floor.

He’s sound asleep,

But not in his bed.

His rooms encompassed by a grey curtain instead.

You hear the beep,

And watch his heart leap.

He’s your baby, your 4 year old boy.

Who’s now too tired to play with his tinker toy.

The day has come to and end,

You need the help from you closest friends.

You can’t pack up all his things,

Too many tears and heartache it brings.

He was too young to be taken away,

You thought you had more time to play.

To teach him the ways of the world,

And for him to bring home a nice girl.

His smile, laugh and cheeky grin,

Will give you the strength to remember him.

He is gone but will never be forgot,

We didn’t believe in certain things but we prayed a lot.

We wanted someone to give us an answer.

Why the hell did our baby boy have to get cancer.

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