My Angel

The day you wore born my whole word became complete. We toke you home for the whole family to meet, you never left my side until the night you turned blue and almost died. We rushed to the hospital hoping they could save you, I wondered in my head was I a bad mother, what did I do to hurt you? We waited three hours before we could see you. They said there is hope for you. We toke you home with all the little machines each one was attached to you. At night I would lay a wake looking at you. If I could not hear your machines I would jump up and awake you. We would go for walks; your big sister always wanted you. You looked like your daddy, but with mommy’s eyes. You have the cutest laugh that would make any one smile... I thought we where going to make it. We where going to have a great life. Your seven months now, you just got your first two teeth. Eating baby food. Playing with your little feet. I knew you where still sick with all the trips to the hospital. I thought you would be fine… but the last time we toke you, they said you could not breathe. My heart fell into pieces, but I knew I had to be strong. I set there think you where going to be ok, that we would be going home in a few weeks. But your body was tired and to weak. You needed bigger machines. It was time to sign the form. And let you be. They tried eight months and a day, but there was nothing else they could do. I held you one more time as your little face turned blue, Ooh how I mourn for you as you lay lifeless, cold in my arms. I said my good byes. But when my little angel left the room apiece of my heart left with him too. That night we drove home, but in side I felt dead too. Till this very day I still cry for you.