A poem about the premature birth and unexpected death of my son. |
Baby Frank With much anticipation, we awaited your arrival. Your mommy, your daddy and your big sister were so excited. We listened to your heartbeat. We felt your little kicks. We knew deep in our hearts that you would be a perfect fit. With much anticipation, we planned with you to play. We expected to see your little face around the seventh of May. We knew you’d be something. We knew you’d be great! So we asked God to please guide us, and show us His grace. With much expectation, we prayed that you’d be fine. You were born at twenty-four weeks and had a massive mountain to climb. We knew the road would be long, and the struggles would be great. Risking it all, it was a journey we prepared to take. With little preparation, the journey soon began. If we all worked together, by spring we would have a positive end. You fought extremely hard, and you endured the many test. Your daddy did lots of research and your mommy pumped her breast. We knew that you were strong, so we continued to push on. With God on our side, we knew nothing could go wrong. With much frustration, our hearts began to ache. Your little body was getting tired and you just needed a break. We had you christened because we knew the Lord wouldn’t let you fall. And we knew that He would be there with you in spite of it all. We tried to keep it together. We tried to stay strong. But deep in our hearts we knew things had started going wrong. With great disappointment, our lives are forever changed. God decided to take you back after letting us have you for only twenty-five days. We didn’t get to take you home, and we won’t have the chance to raise you. Nor hear you giggle or even to play with you. You are back in God’s hands and for that we are truly thankful, and For the time we shard on earth, we will always be very grateful. |