All I have left of my son is in boxes.
The drive home from the hospital I had a little memory box on my lap
Leaving the funeral home I had a tiny gold box in my hands
The first time I held my son he was in that tiny gold box.
A gold box so little you wouldn't even know what to use it for...but my baby is in it.
I for an hour cried and just wanted to hold that box, my baby, our son, but James had quietly taken it away.
It hurts so much to see that box, I cry every time I look at it...
It hurts so much to know that's my baby...
awe. His life is still special. even in gold. Hugs
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