Very interesting and a good poem.
I have a question, is it about a victorian boy or infant?
Because it says
"Call on me in my crib," , "You infant death," , and "She carried me; she cradled me."

Inevitable amount of feeling. Made me cry, and it isn't even a book. Nothing to say that's constructive, no criticism comes to mind. May I ask, was this poem about someone?

I really liked this, it created a lot of imagery in my mind. A well written piece, though from just reading the poem I don't think I would have understood it was a poem about a dying victorian boy.

Ax