The Death of A Baby

Only a few months old,
Why did he need to die,
I never got to know him,
I was close to him though
Imagine the colour of his hair,
The colour of his eyes,
The innocence shining through
I could see my mom,
there with the bottle,
No matter the time of the day,
The young little boy
That was her whole world,
Now with four more children,
She's happy
But not as happy
As she would have been,

Her first grandchild
Would have treated him/ her right
But she didn't get the chance,
The mother choosing
To get rid of her first born,
Not giving it the chance of life
But what can we possibly do?

I'll miss you little baby