I hear a baby cry,
At night when I sleep,
Wakened in a panic state,
Just to lay there and weep.
I close my eyes to blink the tears,
As I vision your precious little face,
Now I can't fall back to sleep,
And your image I cannot erase.
Sometimes I wake up screaming,
As my dreams replay your death,
And sometimes I wake up crying,
For your life I wasn't blessed.
It's late and the sun is coming up,
It's time to face Christmas day,
Without you, my sweet baby boy,
Makes it hard to say hello to today.
Sometimes I close my eyes,
Simply just to see you again,
Your little body so perfect and new,
It's impossible to bare the pain.
You get to spend Christmas in heaven,
As I spend it here thinking of you,
So I hope God wraps you up,
And tells you how much I love you.
12/25/2010
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