Tylerspage

I don't dream of his tiny face
The upturned nose, the downey curls.
I don't dream of rosebud lips
Silky skin or tiny toes
I don't dream of feeling him move
beneath my thouch, below my heart.
I don't even dream of the pain
In his passing, the heartbreak of
knowing I'll never hear or see him cry or
laugh, never see him smile or
hold him in my arms ever again
I don't dream of the whys and hows
or the endless anger & hurt.
I don't dream, but it fills my every
waking hour, everything I do, every
breath I take, he is with me.
My son, my beloved, has been taken.
I don't dream, I live.
In a nightmare.

Our little Angel was born still at thirty six weeks gestation. He weighed 3 lbs. 12 oz. and was 17 inches long. He had his Daddies curly hair and chocolate drop eyes. He was beautiful and perfect in every way, except that he had already went to be with the angels. We knew that he was gone before labor was induced, but the silence of the delivery room when he came into this world huants us still. Thanks to the wonderful nurses at St. Ritas we were able to spend eight hours with Tyler, holding him and loving him and learning to let go. And thanks to Bobbie Sue who reached out past her own pain to help us honor our sweet Angel Baby

For Ron
I know sometimes I close you out
And think that you don't care
You act so strong and sensible
When the pain is more than I can bear

You held me up when I was weak
You tried to take my pain
You wanted to make it better
Never cracked under the strain

You picked out the casket
You took them his clothes
You took care of business
Isn't that what Daddy does

But you lost him too
Sometimes I forget that
You love and miss him
You want him back as much as I do

So let me say I'm sorry now
For our loss and your pain
You would have been the greatest Dad
And you will be when we see him again

Lisa