Rattle

A new mother,
has tears to her face,
tears of joy,
to hold her new baby girl in her embrace.

A new mother,
to give her baby everything,
a bottle, a blanket,
to take her under her motherly wing.

A new father,
so full of love and hope,
so much happiness,
why sit around and mope?

A new father,
with a future for his little girl,
to see her dancing like a little ballerina,
to watch her shimmer like a pearl.

A new family,
to welcome ones new child,
and this baby so content,
she smiled.

A new mother,
a new father,
a new family,
took theirselfs out for a meal happily.

While the baby lay there all alone,
forgotten,

that family left her alone... Again.

She sat there in her crib for a long while, sitting there and looking so versatile.

Started to starve.

Starting to cry.

starting to wither away in nigh.

Her diaper is wet,
and a mother is gone,
a baby cries,
from dusk till dawn.

A baby awakes,
just a shadow,
starving,
in a state of disavow.

Her stomach bubbles,
and she screams,
falling into,
baby dreams.

And as she turns,
she fights a battle,

she dies,
a crying baby,

and on the floor a moving rattle.