My child,
held in the antiseptic glove,
who will not laugh
and
who will never play....
The life that we once gave you
has been
snuffed Out,
and you are borne away upon a tray.

Now time moves on,
the days are passing still
just as they were before you came to be.
The children are all playing on the hills.
The birds are all still singing
on the trees.

But remember you
I always will,
Until my mind meets your eternity