Small and sweet handle with care
Her life is weak, the baby with strawberry hair
I weep and stare as they accuse
But I never left so much as a bruise
On my knees in my Mother's embrace
Sobbing, as they tell us this little one's Fate
She may not wake but if she does
She will never be again what she was
So tiny and dear only 3 months old
I hold her perfectly formed hand and it is so cold
The Law man comes and the questions begin
Finally I am told it was he, it was 'HIM'
So furious I can not even think as he holds me back, this man of Law
I lunge and screamat 'HIM' as he passes in the sterile hall
I collapse in his arms and the Law man says we will find a way
I whisper back, 'Please don't let him go make HIM pay'
The days go by and she makes a turn
I hold her without tubes as she learns to eat from the bottle again and my eyes burn
Home we go
To start on that long recovery road
Our days are filled with doctors and therapy
The first time she smiles and laughs again so happy
Now she is 10 and a beautiful child
She is however sometimes wild
She is not blind, she CAN walk and talk
She is not deaf or challenged mentally and her doctors balk
Her brain will never be quite right nor will her memory
She is growing up strong, the strawberry haired baby
Never Ever Shake A Baby! ! ! !
For Emalee my Guiding Light
Good lesson to be taught to everyone.The shaken child syndrom is a form of child abuse and people who handle a baby or a small child should handle with care and love.Damages could be permenent.I'm glad your child survived it.Good poem great advice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a lot of emotion in this poem. It must have been very difficut to write. I commend you for doing so. Regards Ron