What I dread

~~When into the dark room I go

I dread what I might find

For in it lays a baby girl

Hardly breathing air at all

A baby girl so special

That has a place in the deepest of my heart

With so much goodness in her eyes

that not a sickness can fade her light

but with the flow of time

I am not sure she can keep up

And that is what I dread the most

That her soul is slipping off my hand