Little Ellie

Today, I am sad.
Nine months ago, mum called, over the moon.
Today, I held little Ellie in my arms.
Too cold. To frail.

My baby sister, dressed in pink
Her hand barely fit around my little finger,
She was born way too small.
Too cold, too frail.

I hold her now, my baby sister,
And she coughs.
I frown, but I ignore it
Too cold, too frail.

She coughs again, there is something wrong
Her face is edged with blue.
I call the doctor, little Ellie
Too cold, too frail

You're safe now, little Ellie
Doctor will see you now.
He'll keep you warm
Too cold, too frail

Little Ellie, where did you go?
The doctor's eyes are not quite right
I stand to see you.
Too cold, too frail.

I don't understand, little Ellie.
The doctor said you're safe now.
Why can't I see you?
Too cold, too frail.

He won't let me see you, Ellie.
He says you've 'gone'
A newborn baby, can't be 'gone'
Too cold, too frail.

I wish you were here, little Ellie
You could have been so much
Your bright blue eyes and cute blonde tuft
Too cold, too frail.