My Baby

• Cherie Fang, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

My baby was the perfect child
I just knew he was second to none
So perfect that he had no flaws
he was everything you’d ever want

My baby’s future was so bright
he was going to made me proud
I didn’t know it wasn’t right
till he walked right out the door

My baby, he just stepped right out
onto the streets, in front of that train
My baby, he just bled and bled
and his eyes were filled with so much pain

Don’t I just wish I have a second chance?
But nothing will bring my baby back now.