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My Premature Son

04/04/09

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My Premature Son

This is re-write, as requested .
would love some honest critic.
hope you like it:?:

If I could tell a story, the greatest would be told.
My premature baby, his heart was made of gold.
When I remenice, to the day that he was born.
I didn't know how to cope,my heart was really torn.
His body was covered in wires, from his head to his toes.
His features looked different, even his little nose.

The nurse said "we dont think he will last 24 hours".
I cried ,cried and cried ,like the spring showers.

That night , I remember clearly,
I prayed the lord would hear me
let him live, let him fight.
But please don't take him, not this night.

I stayed by his bedside all night long.
I even sang him a little song.

Months went by, he was stable.
I couldn't hold him, I wasn't able
I stroked his hand and his face,
I wanted to take him out of that place,

Then one day God sent me a sign.
A porceline hand, in a shop window, with a long life line.
I ran to the hospital as fast as I could,
washed my hands, as we should.

There was my baby,waiting for me, his hand in the air.
Dare I look , dare I stare.
What if it wasn't there.

Then I saw it, saw it right there, a long life line for me to see.
This was the message that was sent to me.

Two years on, he's growing up strong.
The days of the turmoil have all gone.
He strokes my hair as he sleeps.
Now I know he's here for keeps.

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