It takes 26 days to get to heaven

My angel came from heaven
though I had to give him back
Too soon for my liking
for it was out of my hands

Please let me hold him
I want to brush my lips
against his cheek
But it was not to be as he
would be gone in a few short weeks

He would not die in vain
I kept telling myself
He’d not be forgotten
on some dusty shelf

A child so small can he
really make a difference?
Oh yes beamed our lord as my
son made his entrance
 
I will always grieve for
this small son of mine
proof of these empty
arms by my side

Yes the years have passed and
the shattered dream is still there
I have proof of this each
time I hold his lock of hair

I know that he gave so
that others could live
Whenever I think of him
I try to remember this

So long my dear son
please don’t stray too far
For if you do it will surely
again break my heart…

     Christine E. Wessels
         02/09/2007