Dear Matthew

As I held you in my arms
my eyes filled up with tears.
For I knew God’s Angels
had come for you my dear.
As I asked God to help me
except the path you were to take.
Those tears poured down my
cheeks and oh how I ached.

How I miss you my son
and wish you were here.
To cuddle to hold and
whisper in your ear.
For I never heard you cry
or got to see you smile.
But at least I got to hold you
if only for a little while.

I go and sit by your grave and
tell you about your brother.
He was so looking forward
to bringing home his baby brother.
He was going to protect you
tease you and love you.
Now instead of holding you
he holds your teddy bear.

My tears still fall for you and
my empty arms still ache for you.
I look at pictures of you and I smile
I hold your blanket and I cry.
I just can’t seem to say good-bye.

Love,
Mommy

Nov 18, 2001