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GONE
Everything was beginning to sound so perfect. Just Him and Me And Baby makes three. Had a lifetime of dreams and plans Wrapped up in this litlle one. But suddenly, all hope was gone. One morning it was clear, No kicks, no heartbeat. Nothing, So Still. Silent, he would come into this world Taken without a sound. Never to live on the outside, His crib- the ground. The doctors said There was nothing I could have done. There were no tell-tale signs Of something was wrong. A bad heart all along? He seemed so healthy and strong one day But, the next day, all hope slipped away, Without warning, He was GONE. I appologise for changing parts of this poem, as well as for not knowing the author.
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