I was born prematurely
unready and demurely
into the adult world.

baby girl,
only weighing 2lbs 3oz in confidence
inside an incubator she\'s trapped,
feeding her strength is the tube of hope,
her outcome is not mapped,
I don\'t think I\'m able to cope.

Should they cut off life support?
maybe
only as a last resort;
because with every struggled breath,
every question asked,
around the tube of hope
her tiny fingers grasp.

Is she ready for the world?
Not now, not yet,
the more we pray
the better things will get.
Baby girl hold on,
you will pull through,
there\'s so much in this life
you have to do.

Fragile child,
so tender and mild.
I never dreamed there\'d come a time
when you\'d leave it all behind,
for your life\'s sake
you\'ve got to stay strong,
if you wholeheartedly believe
you can\'t be wrong,
after all
you made it this far along.

As the visitors leave the unit of intensive care,
the baby girl finally opens her eyes
and after them
stares.