Eight Months

Eight Months She was born too soon All wrinkled like a prune Arms and legs like sticks Only four pounds not six Long orange colored hair In a glass cage for pre-natal care In hospital she had to stay Several more onces she must weigh Very much alone. No loving touch No mother's love you needed so much You needed family's touch to bond But no one was there for you to respond Thrown into the cold world before your time Things like that have no reason or rhyme Finally home and then you got sick Back to the hospital very quick Home and loving arms hold you at last Now you're eating and growing fast We did not know but the die was cast All danger forever and ever is past ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria