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by TaTtErEdXhEaRt Jun 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My fingers grasp his little hand his eyes lock upon mine I bat my eyes to hid the tears that will come any time.. I think about the future that he will never see the times that i could spend with him the ones that will never be.. I think about his nursery that took so long to perfect about the dancing lions and the crib in which he would have slept.. I think about his car seat strapped in and ready to go how i took all those classes to remember to go real slow.. I think about the swing set on which he'll never play it took me so long to put it together and thats how it will stay I wonder if he would have liked soccer or basketball or if he would have even been a sports player at all.. Would he have raced his dirt bikes through the trail in the backyard would school have come to him easily or would he have had to try hard.. would he have known i loved him will he know that when he goes? i count his tiny fingers and kiss his tiny toes.. The doctors take the tube out tell me to say my goodbyes as i look once more.. into my infants eyes.. does he know he has a mommy who hell never get to know or a daddy fighting in the war thats why he couldn't show? will he ever feel a happiness will he ever have a chance to watch us from up above and see the lions dance? I tell him that i love him and ill never let him go as i watch my baby fall away from a world he'll never know.. I know he'll be my angel and fill my heart with joy.. Konner, mommy loves you Goodbye my baby boy.