Little Hands

I became a mother at an early age
I made a mistake I know
My mother and father was filled with rage
They made me pack my clothes and go

I moved in at a friends house
Setting there six months along
Rubbing my belly under my blouse
I know I have to stay strong

A sharp pain hits me fast
The pain it hurts so bad
I don’t know how long it will last
In confusion I get a little mad

I try to stand up off the chair
Water hit’s the floor
Not saying I word I just stare
What did this happen for?

I still have three months to go
I can’t have a baby so soon
The very next thing I know
My friend is running from her room

Grabbing my arm she makes me sit down
Calls the doctor right away
Pains shooting up and down
Am I having the baby today?

To the hospital she takes me so fast
I don’t want to do this now
I press my hand against the glass
And start to scream, “OOOOWWW!”

In the next thirty minutes they rush me in
They put me I a room
Time seemed so precious and thin
Everything happening so soon

After five hours of all the screams
I have my baby girl
I thank the doctor and his team
For bringing her into the world

But they rush her out not saying a word
And she looks so small in their hands
My speech is still a little slurred
And I can’t understand

Why did they take her away?
She is supposed to be here with me
Why didn’t they let her stay
My baby girl I want to see

I try to get up from the bed
But I become so weak
I get so dizzy in my head
And I cant speak

The very next thing that I know
I am waking up the next day
Visions coming in at first real slow
“Where is my baby?” I say

My friend says she is in a room
She is very tiny and small
says that I can see her soon
And for a nurse she called

After a little while
I got up from my bed
My feet was a little sore
And I head an ache in my head

But I wanted to see my little girl
I need to see her face
The daddy wont be in her world
He left saying he wouldn’t stay

As I approach her sound asleep
I see how small her body is
Trying not to wake her I slowly creep
I want so badly to give her a kiss

But in a box she lays there
No way to pick her up
She looks like she weighs four pound
And on her lips she sucks

I what as she changes her face
I am amazed by her skin
Noticing her tiny waste
I wonder if she will win

Is she going to make it through
Will she grow up strong
What will the doctors have to do
And what did I do wrong

I see them little tiny feet
And her miniature hands
She still lies there dead asleep
We set there looking me and my friend

“So is she going to be okay?”
I ask a nurse standing with us
She says, “If she makes it through today
Then we can all have trust.”

I want to get her up and hold her tight
But she has to lay in the box
I will stand by my baby day and night
Watch her like a mother fox

The next day I still watch her lay
I am full of so much glee
For she made it through the day
In two more weeks she can come home with me


I see them little tiny feet
And her miniature hands
She still lies there dead asleep
And all my worries end