They were babies wanting love, longing for comfort, scared yet ready for the world.
Instead they were born just to tiny. They couldn't survive they were born now just
fighting for there lives.
There were oxygen tubes and feeding tubes; IVs in there tiny veins that was all anyone
could see no one saw the tiny hope beating in there chest. No one understood that the
preemie could understand more than just the pain and suffering that was all around it
But they understood. They understood a world they were curious about that someone was
fighting to save there life
They understood there was a mother and father never leaving there side The preemie
understood much more in a world were they were thought to have understood nothing at all.