12 July 2012
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.
Little Ellie • Opuss № I