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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I first offer my most positive prayer. I know it hurt to even write about such a love that you must have and the poem is honest heart felt and resonants with love.
My God! This is so touching. I feel for you, and like everyone else I hope it all turns out okay. So moving... specially Thomas the choo choo train and chocolate ice cream. Stay strong
OH MY! This made my eyes teary and gave me goosebumps. It's hard enough to go through something like this, I can relate very much as so many other people can also. Thanks for sharing this, and you have left it in God's hands- he'll take care of him.
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