Missing My Son Today
I can’t stop thinking about the most horrific gift of a day in my life,
when I held my lifeless son in my weary arms.
His 6 lbs 13 ounces are burned in my arms memory.
I love thinking of him. He was so precious. Such a poet. How beautiful he was.
His mother’s face and mine combined into a beautiful courageous soul.
6 months have come and gone, since I got the privilege of touching him, of kissing his face, holding heaven in my arms, and knowing hell was to come as I was to give him away.
I miss you so much Brave.
I honor the 12 short hours that I was blessed with to touch your glory.
I bless you dear boy, I cannot wait till I see you again.
Everyday I miss you, everyday I love you, every way I long for our reunion.
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