Baby in the Wind
Floating freely

awwwwwwwwwwww

this poem is very short and sweet and means very much to me, well done for sharing this thankyou

I wrote this poem the day my baby brother of just one year and twenty-seven days old passed away due to cerebral palysy, epilepsy, and blindness. The baby was very dear to me. When he went into the E.R. because of ammonia, the went to go tube him and knicked his lungs and filled with blood. Shortly after his kidneys went into failure and eventually his heart stopped at 11:53 a.m. (Santos Albert Triste- November 3, 2006- November 30, 2007) R.I.P Baby in the Wind