To: Caleb James <br /> <br />No baby's voice to awaken me in the night... <br />No soft, warm body to hug and cherish tight... <br />No infant's hand to snuggle into mine- <br />Our sweet baby's gone and we are left behind. <br /> <br />No one to wear the soft sweater of white fabric and lace... <br />The little yellow sleeper yet hangs in its place, <br />While pink and blue musical toys collect dust as days pass by, <br />For my sweet baby's left us and all I do is cry. <br /> <br />His hair might have been blond, dark-brown, or red. <br />He never heard 'I love you, ' the words I would have said. <br />His eyes may have been hazel or as blue as a summer's sky. <br />I'll never know his face; my baby, sweet dreams, goodbye. <br /> <br />He might have been a pilot, an actor, or a judge. <br />He might have liked cookies, apples, or fudge. <br />He might have been brilliant, a quiet, little one. <br />I'll never know the answers - a life ended, not begun. <br /> <br />February 21st will come, just another day, <br />No birth to celebrate; no fuzzy head to touch, <br />Our angel could not stay. <br />We'll hold him close inside our hearts, <br />And pray to God he will know- <br />A piece of me stays with him, <br />Because he had to go..... <br /> <br />(August 12,1997)<br /><br />Lesa MRK<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-to-a-lost-child/
