Part of Me Died That Day

Words I never thought I’d read, Made your intentions clear indeed You were created in love A special gift from God above, Your tiny hands and feet So innocent and so sweet You are my son, my reason for living What have I done that makes you so unforgiving? As we celebrate the joyous birth A newborn life has come to earth A symbol of such hope and joy A beautiful, healthy, baby boy My son has a son and a son Nanna’s job has just begun I gaze at the text on my phone In this busy terminal, I feel so alone I have never mistreated you in any way How can this be what you say? “You do not deserve to see your grandchildren, anyway Have a good flight and be on your way!” I board the plane in a daze 30 hours pass in a haze My dying mother sees my pain But I do not wish to complain So I smile and shrug; what can I say But part of me died that day