You are a blessing...

A boy, good of heart - always reaching out for your hand;

His touch is gentle; his words are kind, hair the color of sand.

Charming and attractive; he gets along with people of any age;

And if he had his way, he would never leave the batting cage.

A natural peacemaker since the day that he was born;

He will compromise to accommodate others but never toot his own horn.

Would rather be a diplomat, than a mean ‘ole brute or brawn;

You can find him in the middle of the crowd as he is not one to be withdrawn.

In January of ‘08 he was diagnosed with brain cancer;

Never to ask “why me oh Lord”, he already knew the answer.

He would be brave and hold his head so very high;

He will serve to inspire all others; touching lives by and by.

How could this have happened to someone that calls me mom;

It was like my heart was shattered; an explosion of a bomb

He is an angel, that has been lent to me from above;

For as long as he is here, I will always give my tender love.

I hope we have a million more years, but a momma never knows;

I watch him get bigger but my heart he never out grows.

Today is his birthday; how eight years had gone by so fast;

I pray each night before I sleep that this year will not be our last.

He is my angel; to him I am the same;

I am his momma, the best thing I ever became.





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