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I held someone special,

Someone meek and mild,

Someone very precious,

It was our little child.


A child born healthy,

Perfect in every way,

But alas my dream was broken,

As motionless in its cot it lay.


A cot death I was told,

Not even an explanation,

Just one of those things,

Just one of Gods creation.


The pain the heartache and the sorrow,

The guilt the helplessness the shame,

Who can I vent my anger on?

Who on earth do I blame?


I know in time the hurt will fade,

But my love will always be,

With that precious child of mine,

Who meant everything to me?


So Father take care of my treasure,

Give my child all your love,

Until we are together again,

In your wonderful world above.


Malcolm G Bradshaw

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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  1. Thank you all for your coments


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