Held in her arms
Five pounds of cold, still life
Five pounds of approaching death
Weighed heavily in her young arms
Her heart beats fast
Then her heart beats slow
The baby breathes with trouble
Then the baby is placed into the bubble
" Mommy, where is sissy going?"
Her voice whispered
Watching with curious eyes
Hearing cries with travelling ears
" Is sissy ok?"
Her voice quivered
Four
But she understood
She began to cry
" Will sissy die?"
She heaved but she watched
She held on for the baby
Maybe she could hold onto the life
" Take her out!"
The child demanded
And she slammed her foot to the floor
The tantrums of age four
The doctors and nurses ignored
The mother cried without attention
The father stood still in full shock
" Get my sissy out of there!"
She kicked and she screamed
" It's not fair!"
She grabbed into the air
She could feel it leaving
She could feel it slipping
She wasn't strong enough to hold on
" Don't let go!
Don't let go!"
Her voice went hoarse
And her tears flooded all reason
The father held onto her
For support
But her could not do anything
Before it would be too late
" Give her back!"
The child bawled
As she watched the vital signs decrease
She did not know their meaning
But she knew the release
She felt it go
And it worried her so
But she would hold back
She jumped to the bubble
She slipped on in
Without second thought
Her childish ambition leading her with naught a care
She held onto the infant
" Sissy!"
She cried into the cold lumps in her arms
Holding tight
As if she could keep the life
From seeping out
" Don't die
I made the wish
On the flying speck
One more minute
The angel will give you her peck."
She gave the baby's ice cold cheek
A kiss with her warm lips
Holding there
Until the moment slipped past
She rocked with the bundle of death in her arms
The doctors watched in complete shock
The mother stopped crying
The father stood stalk still
The vital signs jumped
They made a sudden increase
They gave a limp tease
Then back they rose
Falling and jumping
Until they were steadily in motion
The baby cried with a lively voice
And the child jumped from the bubble to rejoice
She smiled to the adults
" Hope."
Was all she said
Then she stared at her sister
With the wisdom of childish dreams
The strong arms of hope
That can hold many things
" Hope," the mother and father mimicked
" Our baby Hope
Our child, Angel
Baby Hope and her Angel."
Watch for the flying speck
Hope for the angel's peck
See the shooting star
Know your dreams are not far
Baby hope of miracles
Impossibilty to the real
To the young in the dream
All is as simple as it can be
--Dreaming of hope
Through the child's eye
Angel saw what most could not
Hope held on to the kiss of ethereal lips
And she lived
Baby Hope and Her Angel
Author notes
Not much with the flow, but mostly it was saying was to hold on to Hope till the last possible minute, no matter how hard it is. More mature, clear thinking people are too blinded by reason to do that, but the young children, they see all as simple as anything, and they believe ^^
Honest opinions please.
Contest: what do you mean by penname? like our sn *oogle Nephlim in that case xD lol
And i think this is along the lines of the free option, innocent intensity of hope and love 
i hope... xD 
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I was VERY taken aback when reading this. The narrative line behind it, the sheer detail, the interaction between characters. brava! This... Ahh... such wonderful construction! A fresh thought for a fresh generation. Brava! BRAVA!
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Whoa....
At first I looked at how long this was... then I read it, and was shocked to see how fast it seemed to go!!! It flowed so fluently and beautifully!!! I am just amazed.... oh my god, you got me thinking! Hope... Nephy, where do you come up with these things? I am so darn amazed that I just can't say a word! You continue to throw me into shock mode, and I think you always will so long as you write poetry!!! Keep it up girl, you definitely have an unknown, superb talent, that many many people dream to have, but few ever even achieve it... you were BORN with it. You are only 13, and you are writing things, that people many times your age wouldn't be able to write. Nephy, you are truly someone else.... You rock, end of story!
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Very impressive
I am truly impressed. Your profile says you are only 13, which is remarkable! The ability to write so beautifully at such a young age is a truly, prodigal talent which should be cared for for life.
I am astounded by how well you word things. Your phrases are stunning. I love how the first two just draw the reader in so beautifully, and you keep the poem going so well.
You definitely have a talent.
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love it it tells the story of millions of kids in the world.
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That was awesome
ITS A MIRACLE!
its so sweeet
Great Job!
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sweet
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I LOVE IT
its great! i love it all! -
TWO BIG THUMBS UP
OMG
This gave me chills BIG TIME Lol.. This is sooo beautiful, this is so amazing.. I LOVE IT lol!! Your words the rythem of the poem Its Beauitful!!! I Loved It SO Much ( im bookmarking it) hehe
I love the message your getting across. Its so wonderful!!!!
Terrfic Write
xJessicax
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breathtaking
This... made me feel like crying then laughing. You have amazing talent as a writer i could never dream of being anywhere near to half as good as you. This poem is so amazing and artistic and inspiring... much applause.
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beautifully penned, this is a jaw-dropping, finely, sad and written with talent, your talent, wonderful write, it's really lovely how you lay the words down
Held in her arms
Five pounds of cold, still life
Five pounds of approaching death
Weighed heavily in her young arms
Her heart beats fast
Then her heart beats slow
The baby breathes with trouble
Then the baby is placed into the bubble
words like this, so irresistable and i respect you a lot for writing a deep and heartfelt piece like this!
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great jo
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Oh WOw
This is great neph such hope and courage brava
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wow!!! loved it. you're a great writer for this one!!
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great
this poem is great. loved it fullly! -
Wow!
This is amazing. And very true too. I never really thought about it before but older people just take what comes and despair; maybe not having much hope, because they think nothing can be done. But very young children see things as very simple. And they would probably think if they had hope, why not? Why couldn't it be true? You showed this incredibly well here, and it does flow together. The end did take me by suprise, I thought the baby was going to die...
This is REALLY GOOD! Maybe in the title it could be Dreaming of Hope, Through the Child's Eye? So it would have that pause there, I think it may sound a little better when you say it then without the pause. And maybe put the comma where it says that in the poem too? Just an idea. "Baby Hope and Her Angel" I really like that; very creative. And this poem is a very creative way of expressing an idea. Anyways, wow this comment is really long..., this is GREAT! Keep up the WONDERFUL work!
Your Twin,
--Shadow--
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Wow your writing sure is blossoming. Very good.
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love it!
I think you meant angel will give you a peck instead of are peck and this is soooooo sweet! I love it Nephy! And that is, as you asked for, my honest opinion! 
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