Posted: April 14, 2016 by cannajd in C'AnnaD, Uncategorized

     Tiny and pale was the baby in my arms. He was cold. Why won’t he breath for me? Just breath my little one. He has not breathed sense he has been born. He was breathing at first, then he just stopped. He has not breathed sense then. He is tiny, cold and pale in my arms. They tell me he’s gone; I don’t believe them. I can feel it he’s with me. They try to take him away I won’t let them, I scream. I hold him a little longer. It settles in, he’s gone. He’s dead, cold, pale and tiny in my arms.


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