He was only two months old when he came into my life.
The joy could not be measured he brought to me and my wife.
He had brown eyes and hair with freckles on his arms.
I promised I'd always be there to protect him from any harm.
How could I have known that God had different plans.
Who could have guessed that he'd tie up both my hands.
That day in the hospital when we got the bad news.
I would gladly trade him places if I was left to choose.
He was so damn sick he didn't even know we were there.
His eyes just looked vacant with a million mile stare.
We hugged and kissed him and cried until it hurt.
When I was pulled from the room I had his blood on my shirt.
Wednesday April 22nd, was the day that he died.
Every day since then my wife and I have cried.
Sam was his name and he was more than just a friend.
I know he truly loved me all the way to the end.
His time with us was short, six years was all we had.
I know I should be grateful but I'm still just so damn sad.
I'm sure in time the pain will slowly fade away.
Thank you God for Sammy, in Jesus' name I pray.
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2015
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