Gone

Her eyes sparkle with pride,

As she looks down at the sleeping child.

The gentle, rhythmic breathing...

She places her hand over his heart

Only to find it silent.

Panic takes over

As the little body turns pale...

Once again it's taken away from her.

Is there no end to this pain?

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