Valerie Carol Holland
Sweet baby breath that was denied, the darkest dawn we thought you died.
safe asleep in your tiny bed, that is not safe but kills instead,
Sirens blaring through dark streets, my daughters face as our eyes meet,
and then our hands we hold on tight, to sanity then see our mite,
This isn't Victoria this cannot be she is too small for this to be,
Nightmare tubes and hospital smells the doctor's cold face as he sits and tells
how ill she is what little chance and he serves only to enhanc