Here I sit brokenhearted Praying that my son Does not become one of the departed
I will never forget how it all started Three years ago He began capturing hearts
Through birth pains he came in Unknown to us his brain altered its image But hid its true intentions
Now he is asleep Deep in a dream Of Thomas the choo choo train and chocolate ice cream
I fear the worst But pray for the best This is truly my greatest test
He is my first born Him I truly adore So I cry on the floor
I must be strong I must remain calm
His last words before they put him to sleep Play over and over like a heartbeat "Daddy you make me feel better." "Yes my son," as I kiss him on the cheek
Please review and rate. I do not care about the grammar one bit. All those who do I will update on his status tomorrow after his surgery. Thank you all in advance for reading.
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this was sooo moving - so rich - so deep. thank you for posting this. I will be praying for your son and for your strength. Excellent write. I enjoyed reading this.
This was very moving... I feel for you and your son, he's lucky to have a dad like you and your lucky to have him. Not the easyest thing to write about, I hope he lives a long time to come. Bless you and your son bud.
Wow, very sad, hope he's okay. This poem brings alive the love and concern you feel for your son (beautiful.) and a tragic situation. Very well penned.
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