He’s so little barely as big as my hand
He’s a 25 weeker not much
chance of living they say
You really can’t see him for
all the tubes coming out of him
But still he holds on
another day won
The doctors say he might
not make it through the night
he’s so sick and little
I long to hold you
but I can’t so I whisper
hold on my sweet baby boy
Another day won and soon
you’ll be coming home
The road is not easy
it’s an up hill climb
but together we’ll make it
my sweet baby boy
I look at you now at 21/2
and it’s hard to believe you were ever so small
So as I lay you down I whisper
I love you my sweet baby boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem