She wore white humming, soothingly <br />the little bundle in her arms, another case found in a cot <br />a pained whimper, a soft cry, whose beginnings lay crumbling <br />a face that grimaced, a smile regardless, wrapped in soft cloth <br />colour, now turning red <br /> <br />The baby's guardian only feet away, distant <br />perhaps praying to all gods, if only the little one could pull through <br />it was an accident and it wont happen again, not again <br />saying this over and over, clasping sweatly palms <br />with the nerve of neglect clutching a soft toy <br />the colour of candy <br /> <br />A doctor held a little finger, clammy <br />it was claimed the little one fell, if only <br />if only this child could speak, dispel the known fears <br />little eyes peeking through dispair, petrified, untrusting <br />lashes, feathery wisps and teary <br /> <br />The nurse prayed, doctors relentless, time against hope <br />police files opened, guardians and friends summoned <br />a new addition to an investigation log, illness claimed for justice <br />while yet another graveyard welcomes a little casket, pearly <br />another cross, the colour of candy. <br /> <br />(Work in Progress) <br />130609<br /><br />Sylvi Sylva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candy-coloured-crosses/
