by A. M. Buxman
In memory of Sloan DeRosier. A short poem in acrostic form.
I read this story about a mother who lost her 7 month old baby boy due to suffication from his blanket. She went to see his shining face in the morning and found that he was not breathing and that he was cold. That was the last day Jordan DeRosier held her baby boy. She made his story public in hopes of spreading awareness of the dangers of babies having anything in their cribs.
My heart cries out for this lady. I look at my little girl and can't even begin to imagine the devistation of losing ones child.
I decided to write a short poem in memory of Sloan. I hope his story saves the lives of other babies out there.
By Angie Buxman
Sloan was a baby boy,
Loved by many, a joy,
Only seven months old,
Adored by his mom,
Now absent to hold.