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3 weeks early,
They rush her through the ward.
4 hours later,
They have their tiny reward.

But as the mother holds her gently,
And waits to hear her cry,
Nothing comes, no noise at all
Nothing but her last sigh.

Distraught, hysterical,
The mother holds her close.
Doctors gather round but there’s
Nothing left but a ghost.

And now her grave it does whisper words
Like a soft and taunting cry,
While those gathered weep together,
As the wind gently sighs.

The tiny babe, gone in life,
But never gone in soul,
Doth live on in her parents broken hearts
Whispering these words to make them whole:

‘Forget me not,
Fear me not,
Love me not,
Hear me not’.

Description
3 weeks early,
They rush her through the ward.
4 hours later,
They have their tiny reward.

But as the mother holds her gently,
And waits to hear her cry,
Nothing comes, no noise at all
Nothing but her last sigh.

Distraught, hysterical,
The mother holds her close.
Doctors gather round but there’s
Nothing left but a ghost.

And now her grave it does whisper words
Like a soft and taunting cry,
While those gathered weep together,
As the wind gently sighs.

The tiny babe, gone in life,
But never gone in soul,
Doth live on in her parents broken hearts
Whispering these words to make them whole:

‘Forget me not,
Fear me not,
Love me not,
Hear me not’.