Little metal cage, curtain surrounds.
Sleep little angel, no murmuring sounds.
Lights and wires everywhere you turn,
Pink, tear-stained eyes, cheeks that burn.
Virus spreads to test your fight,
Battle this infection with your tiny might.
I hurt to hear your every tear,
A hospital visit to end the year.
The ward is loud and full of screams,
That interrupt your precious dreams.
We should be at home, so you can play,
What a way to spend Christmas Day.
Your little frame wrestles, entangled in cables,
Doctors, counting, levels, charts and tables.
Poor little baby, mummy’s here,
To hold you close, try not to fear.