Hear My Voice


Hold me close our time is short.
The first breath of life given to me,
the last breath will be stolen.
I will never learn to speak.

Our talks come with bonding.
My last visit with you,
I held my head high.
my eyes met yours.
At that moment,
my love for you became a silent whisper in my heart,
my visit, the beginning of the end.

Taken from your arms,
I traveled home.
It was time.
My room was pink and bright,
my teddy bear soft.
Loud voices came,
a soft pillow covered me.
My struggling had no meaning.
My last breath was taken.

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