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I can feel it in the breeze,
An see it on the shedding trees.
That Fall is almost here, 
An that is when your presence is near. 

One leaf drops to the ground,
And my mind goes Heaven Bound.
I will never stop missing you,
An that my sweet boy is true. 

Got a broken heart from losing you, 
An there is nothing I can do.
Without you I am empty & blue,
And you are the only mending glue. 

No one knows but the one that Grieves, 
The pain of losing your baby pumpkin. 
It’s like Rakeing up a pile of leaves, 
But you are not here to jump in. 

It’s having to wrap gifts for your children,
But knowing that your gifts are missing
Crying in the basement on every Holiday, 
Knowing you won’t be here on present day 

Its having your sisters birthday parties 
But you are not here with us to sing. 
Wanting to avoid all family gatherings,
Because of the emotions it will bring.

When I would kiss your sweet nose, 
Your beautiful little eyes would cross. 
I would laugh out and hold you close,
As an abundance of joy filled my thoughts. 

I miss kissing your precious tiny nose, 
An tickleing your teentsy baby toes. 
I miss your little serious looking eyes, 
An hearing your adorable little cries. 

Your beautiful light came and went,
Like a treasure that was lent. 
You were only here for a short time,
I am left here broken with a rhyme.

Of all the Souls I ever met, 
Yours I will never ever forget. 
An unbreakable bond from the start, 
Life and Death will not keep us apart.

I feel like your precious soul is near,
When writing this poem to you my dear. 
I don’t want this poem to ever end, 
But it must come to an amend. 

There will come a special time, 
An there will be a special place. 
That I will finally be with you again, 
An will get to kiss your sweet baby face. 

Until that long awaited day comes, 
I will be waiting here & you will be there. 
I will find comfort in other grieving mums, 
We’re all bereaved & broken in dispair.

The end of this poem is almost near, 
The thought of being done brings a tear. 
There is so many things I want to say, 
But my grief could scare people away. 

To have to see your baby in a casket, 
Is something completely unimaginable. 
In a state of shock and you can’t escape it. 
The crippling heartache is unfathomable.

I wanted to pick you up and hold you, 
Walk right out of the funeral with you. 
I wasnt ready to stop mothering you, 
I wanted to grab a cloth and burp you.

My body knew you still needed me, 
I wanted to burp, feed and snuggle you. 
But your sweet innocent soul was set free. 
An those are things I could no longer do. 

For months on end when I was alone, 
I would pretend to feed and burp you. 
Like I was caring for your invincible clone. 
Call me crazy but it’s what I needed to do.

It seems like no one truly understands, 
What it is like to lose a piece of you. 
The unthoughtful words are like gernades,
An they stay stuck to me like a tattoo. 

So many People have something to say, 
An forget to speak every word with love. 
So many rumors they start and spray, 
An it sticks to my name just like a glove. 

Until you lose a child then we can talk, 
He was a piece of me in every single way, 
It is not a situation for you to mock. 
Remember that when you read this today.
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