Breathing AirA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioJust a sad pictureMemories on crib mattresses, a bouncing baby boy, surrounded by stuffed animals which brought so much joy, her mind went off like fire alarms, then a tiny body in the arms of a grieving mother, so much fear came near, help wasn’t there, she couldn’t understand and there was no reason why her baby had just stopped breathing air. © 2010 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 2, 2010 Last Updated on December 2, 2010 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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