To: Caleb James

No baby's voice to awaken me in the night...
No soft, warm body to hug and cherish tight...
No infant's hand to snuggle into mine-
Our sweet baby's gone and we are left behind.

No one to wear the soft sweater of white fabric and lace...
The little yellow sleeper yet hangs in its place,
While pink and blue musical toys collect dust as days pass by,
For my sweet baby's left us and all I do is cry.

His hair might have been blond, dark-brown, or red.
He never heard 'I love you, ' the words I would have said.
His eyes may have been hazel or as blue as a summer's sky.
I'll never know his face; my baby, sweet dreams, goodbye.

He might have been a pilot, an actor, or a judge.
He might have liked cookies, apples, or fudge.
He might have been brilliant, a quiet, little one.
I'll never know the answers - a life ended, not begun.

February 21st will come, just another day,
No birth to celebrate; no fuzzy head to touch,
Our angel could not stay.
We'll hold him close inside our hearts,
And pray to God he will know-
A piece of me stays with him,
Because he had to go.....

(August 12,1997)

Lesa MRK

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-to-a-lost-child/