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Andrew Barton
September 9, 1975 - October 28, 1975
SIDS
I saw him lift the rigid little body
and the word's "He's dead, Darling"
fell from his lips like the final, sorrowful chords of a requiem.
As if a high powered cable had been attached to my feet,
the searing shock surged through my body, scorching my heart,
scrambling my thoughts as it reached my brain,
........leaving me prostrate.
My innocence was interred in that dainty blue casket.
His passing led to the creation of The Little Princess,
who with the firstborn son, made our family complete.
With the merciful passage of time, grotesque visions
of that cold, lifeless form were replaced with memories
of a warm, yielding, squirming boy whose face
would distort disarmingly in readiness for a lusty yell
....and I could smile again.
My precious baby Andrew; forever in my heart;
Love Mom
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