Baby Boy Poem by I Am Rebel

Baby Boy, dearest friend
Silly faces and big smiles
Tears, tantrums and late nights
Yet still, he is adored

Friends and family croon
And marvel at the new addition
Mother and Father look on proudly
As their child smiles up at everyone

Learning to walk and talk
Palying football and wrestling
Mummy and Daddy laugh
As he chases butterflies in the garden

Lying on his back, as if asleep
But he does not stir as he is carried
To his grave, with Mummy and Daddy behind
Cot death took him too soon