My Precious Son
" My Precious Son "
God has sent me a little angel
from his heavens up above
this angel born to be my baby
a precious son for me to love.
His arrival was way too early
premature three months of time
I did not even get to hold him
this precious child of mine.
For three months and lonely nights
in a glass box my child lay
I could watch him through a window
he was just seven feet away.
They would leave my child naked
his body was totally bare
I wished that I were his blanket
to protect and warm him there.
He was poked and always prodded
my poor child knew no rest
I ached to reach out and hold him
to snuggle him against my chest.
They would not let me near him
saying nothing could be done
they were following medical protocol
and I could not touch my son.
Heartbroken as I stood by helpless
my son grew too tired to cry
always watching him through that window
I watched my young son die.
Seeing his chest stop moving
I watched his last full breath
he turned his head and looked at me
and closed his eyes in death.
A nurse wrapped her arms around me
as she took me from that scene
the last time that I saw him
laying so beautiful and serene.
They were lowering his bright white coffin
that was lined with velvet blue
My Precious Son I love you
its god who wanted you.
So many years have passed now
his memory still lives today
My Precious Son I love you
we'll be together one day...
Penned By MPK
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NOTE: This poem was composed many years ago for a wonderful young family that was
grieving their loss with the hopes of offering them some comforting love from a friend. The
poem was received well and still sits upon the wall above their bed...
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