My First Born

                          Now its my turn to be something I never had.
                          And I promise to always be a better dad.
                          As I patiently wait for my son to be born.
                          All of a sudden it appear to be a storm.
                          I look beyond my frustration bars.
                          And notice a bright twinkling star.
                          I made a wish and hope it would make it up far.
                          But I guess it didnt make it in time.
                          Cause I heard words that put sorrow on my mind.
                          And emphasize on my heart.
                          As I layed in the dark I felt my spirit been torn apart.
                          It hurt me to know my son has came and gone.
                          I never got witness him in my arms.
                          As I helplessly hand over my child to the lord.
                          My eyes begin to sore from the water that repeatly pours.
                          If you can hear me my son listen clear as I say.
                         "Daddy really do love you "and the reason why.
                          My tears flow is because your father will miss you so.

Reviews

[MzWrite]

This is a beautiful yet bittersweet piece. I am sincerely sorry for your loss. His memory goes on in your writing. Keep writing! Writing has always been an outlet for me. I've written some of my deepest and darkest thoughts only to walk away from the pages feeling better than I did before I began to write. I can only imagine what this experience must have been like for you. I encourage you to keep writing. Peace and blessings to you always.

[biggerthenu]

strong, very compassion. Love still stands sorry for your lose but yet a beginning of things to come a fathers love. i feel that nice write thanks for sharing