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Candy Coloured Crosses

She wore white humming, soothingly
the little bundle in her arms, another case found in a cot
a pained whimper, a soft cry, whose beginnings lay crumbling
a face that grimaced, a smile regardless, wrapped in soft cloth
colour, now turning red

The baby's guardian only feet away, distant
perhaps praying to all gods, if only the little one could pull through
it was an accident and it wont happen again, not again
saying this over and over, clasping sweatly palms
with the nerve of neglect clutching a soft toy
the colour of candy

A doctor held a little finger, clammy
it was claimed the little one fell, if only
if only this child could speak, dispel the known fears
little eyes peeking through dispair, petrified, untrusting
lashes, feathery wisps and teary

The nurse prayed, doctors relentless, time against hope
police files opened, guardians and friends summoned
a new addition to an investigation log, illness claimed for justice
while yet another graveyard welcomes a little casket, pearly
another cross, the colour of candy.

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poem by Sylvi Sylva
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