Baby Poem by The White Rabbit

Dread seeped into your bones
The day you came to face
That your little baby
Had passed away

She was only twenty-three
Barely just a babe

Your sad today
When you came to face
The box where
Your baby now lies

She was only twenty-three
Barely just a babe

Pain fills your heart
The day you came to face
The little girl
Standing before those huge gates

She was twenty-three
Barely just a babe

When she came back to you
She looked only three

Your precious love

Darling child

Came to meet her mama again

When mama had gone
She had cried

But she was twenty-three
And living her life
When time decided to finally run out

She had clenched her heart
Fallen to the ground

She was twenty-three
The day she died

She was twenty-three
The day she laid in her box

She was twenty-three

The day she started walking
The stair steeper, and steeper
Until she stood in front of huge gates

She was three when she meet her mama

She was three when they cried for her

She was three and twenty when she left

She was just three when she arrived

And mama stood crying
Proud, true
Sad for her baby

But happy to have her back
In the arms
Where she belonged.