She had a little bear
Whose arms held her there
On the collar of her blouse
And it made her smile as she would drowse
On a summer's day in the sun
For she was such a little one
And I would wonder then
How her life had come to this end
On her home cot bed that evening
And the sadness it would bring
But Cot Death was insidious
And the knowledge of it was not for us.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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