This adult poem was written following a statement on a social media webpage by a lady telling us it was the anniversary of the birth of her baby who only lived just 1 hour.
My own birth mother died when I was only three months old so it seemed logical to tie the two incidents together.
I never knew my Mother,
You never knew your Son.
So neither of us had the chance,
To share that ‘Special Fun’.
The ‘Special Fun’ that only
Mums and Sons can share.
Eyes that twinkle when she looks at you
To show you there’s a care.
I never saw that twinkle
And neither did your Boy.
But that doesn’t stop the many dreams,
That fill your heart with joy.
You think of things that might have been
Or things you might have said.
Or what book you might have read to him
When you took him up to bed.
All these things are special
And yours alone to keep,
Then as you get on with your life
The hurt is not so deep.
You never will forget him
That much is certain sure,
But sometimes when you’re feeling down,
Just open up the door.
The door that opens up the place
Where you’ve kept him all these years,
The little space inside your heart
Kept warm by all your tears.
Be pleased that he was loaned to you,
If only for an hour.
Then think about his little face
Each time you see a flower.
They say that time’s a healer,
That memories will fade.
But time will never take from you,
The impression Nathaniel made.