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Sharing is Caring Poem: Born to Die

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Poem

I had a baby boy

that never got to grow up and play with even a single toy

He laid on my lap

in a special towel wrap

His body was perfect

but yet too small

I loved him so

I never wanted to let him go

i was told he was perfect

he just didn’t hold.

The told me they thought the baby was a boy

that would have grown to bring me much joy

His name was to be Brandon

He was only around 16 weeks old

or so I was told

Maybe I will ask for  a mother’s day ring

with his precious stone wrapped around his sister’s gems

then unitedly love will sing for love

Reflection

Brandon was not born to live, but to die. His life was a grand one while I carried him. I begged him to stay, but he must have heard a refusal, and came tumbling out. When I got the news that I passed my son my heart broke in a million pieces. I have found piece about his death. I regret one thing, and that is I never got to bury him, because he never reached 20 weeks old. I think if I could have a mother’s day ring with his stone in it I would feel better. Many mothers now are saving locks of their hair or having some ashes placed in an urn. Sometimes loves shows up in an urn, locket, or birthstone ring.

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