February 11th 1991(c) He came into the world without a whimper, Sudden Vision(c) Cloudy skies and sudden rain, by W J Hamilton April 9, 1998
Just a small palm sized bundle of pink saggy flesh,
He could not even breathe for himself,
Lifeless and drooping, unable to cry,
The doctors believed he would die.
I could not face this poor little boy,
He appeared as a small intangible toy,
Could this suffering little thing really be my little boy?
No sound came from his ill-formed little lungs,
Needles and drip filled his small body with life giving fluids.
Oxygen, rich and overful the humid crib kept him alive,
For days Doctors and Nurses his life would work to, save,
Little did they know it was already too late?
For my little boy was doomed, no matter how brave,
He may fight and never win, but for heaven he will not be late.
Despite the prediction days sped by and with each moment he fought so hard,
He would hold onto my little finger and squeeze; my heart would flutter as I wondered would he live,
Would I lose my wife and son in one dreadful moment?
Could the little boy in that crib find some measures of strength and live or did some force require his life a sacrifice.
There are only shadows at 2am, when you feed a baby and he drinks not from a bottle but through a needle thin tube,
There is only silence when his blue eyes look up, and you know he loves you,
As sleepless you lie awake listening for his breathing and hoping it won't falter again,
You know that he needs you and loves you.
When his mother can't believe he is her son, and you hold him close and you know he loves you,
When he seems to be growing and then it begins,
The headaches and leg pains, the hours of screaming, as you hold him, you know he loves you.
When he can't stand, and needs to be carried and squeezes your neck and cries, you know he loves you.
But when the doctor says, "Your boy is going to die". That's when you know you love him….
Often remind me of sudden pain,
Misty eyes that tell a story of life gone wrong,
Something horrible stole my song.
Along comes another day, have I the energy to love and play,
Are there too many games every day,
Can sunny skies drive your cares away, or will they stay anyway,
Do I have the skills to deal with it, what should I say.
A fine woman I know now it's true,
She has brought sunshine to a life that was sad and blue,
Now I can see with eyes no longer seeing only sadness hue,
Susan, happiness you let me live by loving you.
We met on the net and found a reason to be together,
Though sometimes we thought we would never,
Despite the attempts of those who thought they knew best, we now live together.