You as me how I'm doing, I say, "I am just
"Is there anything you can do for me?"
Not unless you bare this loss of mine.
Every second, every minute, everyday
This pain just will not go away.
When I try, and shut my eyes, I see his angelic face.
Though this hurts me so, I know he's in a better place.
"When I breathe it hurts totally, and completely, devastating" I say.
This circumstantial torment will surely fade away.
I frequently hear him cry, will my tears ever dry?
I wake at three a.m.,just to check on him.
When I stand at his crib the emptiness consumes me.
I stand here, and cry. Without him I may die.
I find myself holding his blankie to my face,
smelling him like he'd never left this place.
I reach down into his crib to find a teething ring.
Looking over in the corner to view his baby swing.
"Where is he?"
He has NOT gone!
Falling to my knees, I pray...
"God give me wings to fly, if not~
give me death for I truly want to die"
to the memory of Nicholas Stephen Sack