Warrior child

A baby is such a joyous thing,
A tiny new life and the love it brings.
Tiny hands and tiny toes,
Mummy's smile and daddy's nose.
Sometimes love is coupled with guilt,
With hopes and dreams starting to wilt.
A baby is born as beautiful and innocent as can be,
But struggles with basic things like the ability to breath and see.
Just a weak little baby tiny and sweet,
Needing a plastic tube in order to eat.
A child who's smile will brighten you day,
But disability will limit what they can say.
They'll trust strangers without a choice,
Because they are left without a voice.
Everyday Vulnerable babies and children too,
Face lengthy operations they must go through.
They take scary medicines with nasty side effects,
So they must take something else and the whole thing becomes perplex.
That brave child will grow without a showdown of doubt,
But they may never ride a bike or simply play out.
Some children will never walk all on their own,
Isolated and lonely with long days in home. 
They face sleepless nights with noisy machines and discomfort too,
Sleep deprived, tired, with another day to get through.
These children are brave beyond anyone's comprehension,
They need a whole lot of love and undying attention.
Ensure that the world is a wonderful and suitable place,
To care for these warrior babies with kindness and grace.