[Stormymystic]

this poem is based on the birth of my son, who weighed 1lb and 14 1/2 ounces when he was born he was small enough that you hand would cver his whole body, and you could see inside of him through his skin. do not fret he is alive and well now


A poem for my hero


When he was born
they said he would die
he was so small
and could bearly cry

when i first saw him
it broke my heart
never did i hold him
and it tore me apart

I stayed by his side
as long I dared
to whisper his name
in song and prayer

as the weeks grew longer
he slowly grew older
from August to December
he was a brave soldier

I spoke his name
to him everyday
and translated his name
as brave beyond praise

he has grown to be four
but the pain we still share
for every day is a trial
and is used with great care