Eyes no longer see
Little bulb when she flickers
Little girl lost in the fickle of pain
Scruffy child who did once beep
Flagging now, wavering her surrender
Little girl looks up
Loving hands no longer pander
Doors shut to the world outside

Tender father with gifts of gild
Slouched tiny with heart that’s killed
Gracious heart of cots and cribs
A wizard of travel, of strollers
From low to highchair
Crawling to stepping
All to end just like its intend

Engraved upon ain her everyday cyst
Mountain high peaks they must insist
Slouched tiny dreams of not waking
Bound she, to the duties of a screamer
Little girl moans her displeasure