In the hospital’s pale, sterile glow,
A child’s heart held a secret woe.
Through nights of sickness and days of fear,
Felling alone, who would be this child’s friend,
In the darkness, fears and sorrows blend.

When the needle pricked, in panic to be,
no comfort, no solace, no lifeline to see.
Only the angels watched over, stayed ever near.
No safety in arms, no comfort to reside,
No lullaby in the night to soothe the dark inside.

Shadows of anger would often appear,
moments were taken, replaced by a child’s tears.
In hospital walls, where sickness lay,
Such a small child, in inconvenient distress,
Such a fragile thing in a hospital gown dress.
A child who found no comfort night or day,

Only the Angels knew of days to come
the Angels who waited to bring the child home,
and as life’s tempests continued to conspire,
Through days of pain and nights so long,
Slowly ability grew steadfast and strong.

Through tears and tantrums, life did bloom,
In the quiet corners of that hospital room.
Bravely the child faced a trial by fire.
In a moment of hope, fate played a cruel hand,
The wounds of life we may never understand.

The battle was lost, life’s song did fade,
But the child’s spirit never swayed.
Too long the fight, the song did cease,
Now the child is gone, a small spirit free,
a child lost but remains in memory.

Though discarded, the soul’s essence thrives,
In God’s heart, the child’s love survives.
In darkness, love remained, a bond of peace.
In a hospital room, ‘neath fluorescent light,
Lived a child, died a child, both sad and bright.