Death of a child

I look into your dull, round blue eyes,
They never got to see life.
As i hold onto your tiny hand,
The one which is no larger than my ring
I cry.
To view your pathetic, non- existent life makes me want to scream.
Like every game, life is unfair.
Nothing is equal, not even the length of a life.
I am not a parent but i feel their pain,
I see this everyday, and their sorrow is beyond words.
Yesterday she gave birth,
Tomorrow she will be attending a funeral.