Life is all too
precious as it hangs by a thread,
we do all we can to
cherish those moments
and we wish we could
see what lies ahead;
understanding some
things is better left unspoken.
So it goes…my son was
a victim of circumstance
even though he looked
perfect he was damaged;
recessive genes in
our DNA so rare but not rare enough.
Despite the doctors
efforts he didn’t have a chance,
losing him just made
the pain too much for us to manage;
though gone I love
you since love was what you were made of.
Copyright by NewLife2008
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