Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed.
Feeling helpless with an ever growing need.
Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare.
Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air.
Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend.
Dear God, tell me this isn't the end.
He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays.
Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays.
Thank you for competent nurses who love their job.
Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob.
I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile.
You really never left me, you were there all the while.
I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart.
Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart.
Dedicated to God......