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Baby Shaken

A baby shaken "This is an older poem"

A father hears his sons cries over the game he is watching
Screams shut up, but that don't do anything
. As he listens to his sons cries his blood boils
like hot oil. All he can see now is red,  The daddy
is pissed that he had to babysit his own son on
game day.

He makes a bottle but still the baby cries
he snatches his son up hard and fast.
Never checked his dipper or tried to cuddle with the baby;
Instead the baby he was shaken.

His brain smacking against his scull causing
 severe pain. The baby is quiet
for a moment so he slams him to the floor.
He whimpers so a kick the man gives him.

Mommy finally makes it home from work, daddy is watching
football well my son is not breathing.\; 911 I call Shands is where
we went, then shipped to Wolfson's children's hospital
Did not know what had happened to my child, praying God would
save him. Tubes kept him breathing food pumped
into him almost like you would fill a beach-ball.
Never once did he open his eyes.

Two police men pick me and his father up, eight hours I
waited to speak to someone, A Officer came in and said
" your free to go." What is going on, What happened to my baby?
Your husband shook the baby.

My mind was racing and I  couldn't breath.
They sent me to the E.R and valium is what the
put me on.

Went to my sons room bells going off now my
heart is pounding. The Doctor came in so I asked what
happened to my baby?  Baby shaken Syndrome is
what he said. I needed him to explain.
The Doctor  told me to sit down and
said he shook him so hard that he is now blind,four skull
fracture he has  three brain aneurysms a broken arm a broken
leg and four broken ribs.

 I fell to the floor and cried. Will he ever  get better?
He may wake up but he wont be the same.
Some are bond to wheal-chairs others are vegetables,
and others die. I felt I was to blame A mother should
protect their child and I didn't I was at work when my
son was beaten.

Five days he laid there finally his  little body
could take no more, brain dead is what they said.

My heart broke to pieces my mind checked
out and I kinda went crazy. Why couldn't I have protected him?

Why didn't I just call out of work that day? Maybe he would
still be alive.  By the end he did not breath on his own, he
was blind and broken.

Was this his token of love for his son?
I laid in bed crying not moving I didn't eat or sleep. I just took
the blame till I got a call from the D.A said they needed me
on the stand or they had no case. I got ready and prepared
to take the stand.

Got up there and couldn't even speak a victims
Advocate to read my statement.

38 years is what he got, not enough  if you ask me.
Someone asked me once what would you do if you saw
him again I smile and said just one word Dead.
Written by WiccanGoddess15
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