I am thinking of all of the angels especially today. I wanted to share the poem I wrote and read at SU last month in honor of our son, Naethyn. I wanted to thank the Planning Committee for asking me to do this. It would have never been written otherwise. I sat in our closet near our angel's ashes and this is what poured out:
A Birthday
It's been a few years since I heard the official news
Your heart no longer beating, your body slowly turning blue
Still in shock and listening to the nurses say
You should hold him soon and without delay
He is perfect, just perfect they all said
And for one brief moment, I believed that you weren't dead
You looked so peaceful and at rest
Mommy guilt rushing in as I couldn't give you my best
Laying you gently in your daddy's arm
Feeling helpless he couldn't keep you from harm
Do you want him in the room with you we were asked again?
Realizing our dream of three musketeers was at an end
We talked and talked about you throughout the night
Staring at the picture of holding you so tight
The next morning, the calls started to come in
Hard to believe that hours earlier you were still within
Your grandma called to wish us well
Couldn't she fathom that we were going through hell?
She said, "The toilet in the master bathroom is on the fritz!"
Didn't she understand that our hearts were breaking into bits?
Trying to get stronger with transfusions both plasma and red
I promised myself then that I would continue to get out of bed
Leaving the hospital, listening to "Home" by Michael Buble
Furiously wiping away the tears as we slowly drove away
It's been a few years and your older brothers are growing up so fast
I wish there was a pause button hoping their childhoods would last
We miss you, we love you, we say each and everyday
And along the way you send us butterflies letting us know that somehow you're okay.
Love you!
Samantha
Hugs and Love
hugs and love to you, my friend.
erin
Oh Lindsay - Thank you for sharing your poem. So beautiful - what a tribute to Naethyn.
Thinking of you, and sending lots of love and hugs,
Libby