Small and sweet handle with care <br />Her life is weak, the baby with strawberry hair <br />I weep and stare as they accuse <br />But I never left so much as a bruise <br />On my knees in my Mother's embrace <br />Sobbing, as they tell us this little one's Fate <br />She may not wake but if she does <br />She will never be again what she was <br />So tiny and dear only 3 months old <br />I hold her perfectly formed hand and it is so cold <br /> <br />The Law man comes and the questions begin <br />Finally I am told it was he, it was 'HIM' <br />So furious I can not even think as he holds me back, this man of Law <br />I lunge and screamat 'HIM' as he passes in the sterile hall <br />I collapse in his arms and the Law man says we will find a way <br />I whisper back, 'Please don't let him go make HIM pay' <br /> <br />The days go by and she makes a turn <br />I hold her without tubes as she learns to eat from the bottle again and my eyes burn <br />Home we go <br />To start on that long recovery road <br />Our days are filled with doctors and therapy <br />The first time she smiles and laughs again so happy <br /> <br />Now she is 10 and a beautiful child <br />She is however sometimes wild <br />She is not blind, she CAN walk and talk <br />She is not deaf or challenged mentally and her doctors balk <br />Her brain will never be quite right nor will her memory <br />She is growing up strong, the strawberry haired baby <br /> <br /> Never Ever Shake A Baby! ! ! ! <br /> For Emalee my Guiding Light<br /><br />Lydie Mathers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-emalee-the-baby-that-lived/
