A doll so small
Lungs to small to breath
Lying there so helpless
Fighting to survive
Survive the long first hours

No time for a cuddle
Lying there in a small box
Doctors constant checking
Checking if you are alive
Checking if you would survive

Only those hands touch you
Those hands of doctors
No caring hand of parents
Only those to help
Help you fight

No time for a kiss
Those first critique hours
You missed your parents
Parents with their comfort hands
Touching you, loving you