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For Baby

Stained red as a rose

Pain caused by its thorns

And a small thumb nail to size

Daddy never understood

Daddy never cared

He never will

Plucking the petals

Ruining what's left

Of the flower that bloomed

Now sits a pile of torn clothes

And a once crying mother

Who never got to know

The beauty of the life

That she once held

In her hands