Part of Me Died That Day
Words I never thought I’d read,
Made your intentions clear indeed
You were created in love
A special gift from God above,
Your tiny hands and feet
So innocent and so sweet
You are my son, my reason for living
What have I done that makes you so unforgiving?
As we celebrate the joyous birth
A newborn life has come to earth
A symbol of such hope and joy
A beautiful, healthy, baby boy
My son has a son and a son
Nanna’s job has just begun
I gaze at the text on my phone
In this busy terminal, I feel so alone
I have never mistreated you in any way
How can this be what you say?
“You do not deserve to see your grandchildren, anyway
Have a good flight and be on your way!”
I board the plane in a daze
30 hours pass in a haze
My dying mother sees my pain
But I do not wish to complain
So I smile and shrug; what can I say
But part of me died that day
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