Death Of A Baby Poem by Elizabeth Wheaton

She's in her cradle she's not moving one little bit
I bite my lip and to find her resting on her side
Tear drops from eyes
I softly touch but no response
She's freezing cold
I reach down to feel for a pules but nothing
Not a single thing
My eye's start to water I scream and yell for help
I grab the phone call triple zero
I know it's to late
When they get there I lay next to her
cold little body
I Ask why
They confirm it
She's died i cry
She was only a couple of weeks old.