Baby Boy
tiny boy
tiny glove
tiny ball
flying fast
eyes squinting
heart pounding
legs shaking
flying fast
dust flying
sweat dripping
straight to him
flying fast
hand opens
ball explodes
his open glove
it goes past
mothers heart
gripping tight
sees his pain
unsurpassed
throat tight
eyes burn
tiny boy
growing fast
baby gone
can't hold on
healing kisses
now all gone
stop the ball
stop the boy
stop this time
from flying fast
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