Unborn Cradle.....

Daddy told me that sister said you were beautiful. He said she held you and was your blanket for short time period. Told me you were going to be Timthoy, Gave me breif discription, printed pictures and flashed copied birth certifice said he wanted proof that you were his first Grandson. Blood robbed your cradle. That night pressure refused to stay away from vessel. It wasn't spilled milk, but i was a substance that conqured red, and it took the place of your two week old head. What could have been only exist in my mind. So I"m only reminded by your abutuary, and the visual of that winnie the Pooh hat morgetision laid on your head unfortenally I wasn't at birth But i made it to barrial. I'm sad emotional because I never go to hug you play pic-a-boo or even sit with you But I stand there massive tears kissing my face and wonder what could have been.......