I longed to take you home with me,

Yet no one saw my pain,

My heart forever broken,

Never to be the same.

Through the years, my life's gone on;

Grieving silently,

And when I look into the mirror,

I wonder if you look like me.

The last day that I held you,

And whispered my goodbyes,

I memorized each inch of you,

As tears spilled from my eyes.

I breathed in all your baby scent,

And stroked your jet black hair,

I kissed you softly on your cheek,

As you lay sleeping there.

And when I turned away to leave,

I heard you whimper so...

Dear lord please give him all he needs,

And watch him as he grows.

And lord please bless him with a mom,

Who loves him as I do,

Grant me the strength to live my life,

And faith to trust in you.

This grief is not what I had planned,

The guilt so hard to bear,

But when I look into the mirror,

I know he's somewhere there.

LISA J SCHLITT©2003

© LISA J SCHLITT©2003