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Slipping Away

by Mags

Panic, fear, all rolled into one -
Please dont go, my little one.

Desperately trying to save you from harm,
Watching you slip away - so hard to stay calm.
Fear-stricken thoughts spinning round in my head;
This can't be happening, so close to being dead.
Then, after a while, a gasp and a breath...
But you're still so floppy and lifeless...

My darling angel came back to me -
I held you close, so very close to me.
I thank God every day that you're still here -
I love you, little one, and treasure that you're near.


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