Always Blessings Never Losses

Here is the poem I wrote for Brady.

Two hearts and souls created one,
Little Brady, precious son.
Each hope and dream we rested on
The chance to see each breath or yawn.
Then came the day we’d waited for,
To see our darling baby once more.
But nothing prepares a mother for news
That her heart will bear an eternal bruise.
“The baby is sick,” the tech confides
And instantly a part of me dies;
The part that longed to snuggle close,
Counting fingers, kissing toes.
“He has no chance for life as others.”
Leaving the hardest choice for a mother.
“Let him live!” my heart appeals,
“He can fight with a will of steel!”
“Let him go,” my head then scolds.
But how can a mother be so cold?
“It’s not cold,” his Daddy explains,
“To save him from all the hurt and pain.”
So brave a man to surrender his joy
To do what is right for his little boy.
And so that sunny August day,
The angels came to take him away
As one of their own who will guard and protect
Those he left behind who will never forget.
But will remember him always the rest of their years
Knowing his wings beat, drying their tears.
We must always remember the happiness
Of the little angel who too quickly left.
And think as we look at flowers and crosses,
Always blessings, never losses