I had a tiny little boy, that no one got to see,
he played and danced and pushed his hands all on the insides of me,
my family got to see his heart, his feet and his tiny hands,
but in the bright and noisy world he left a quiet mark.
He came and left so suddenly, I know not many will remember,
this scar I carry will always be, and the memory of tiny hands will burn in me like an ember. The first rain, the first snow, the first leaf of fall,
I wanted to carry you through all these,
I wanted to show you them all. So when you see me today, with tears in my eyes,
don't forget those tears are always there,
that should come as no surprise.
For I'm a mother with empty arms,
the hardest to be here,
and someday you will see me truly happy,
and know it won't be here.
I'm waiting on my little boy,
I know he's always near,
but for the rest of my life our roles are reversed,
he's watching for me here.
So strollers, high chairs and tiny boots, may cut a mark in me,
Cradle your children at any age,
They're previous because you see,
I have one that isn't here, part of my life has stopped,
It's waiting on a little boy, he's waiting just for me.
Angel moms count silent days, and moments that didn't get to happen.
It isn't fair, it will never be, please try and respect with some compassion.
Words fall cold, and meaningless,
There's nothing to be said,
He is my son, he was my baby,
His life was priceless.
So hold my hand and pray for me,
You can tell me "I don't have any idea"
But I know he's in a better place,
The problem is I'm stuck here so that doesn't comfort me.
I love you my Tiny little boy,
For all that you are and were,
I will carry your handprints and footprints inside of me,
I will carry you forever, what others cannot see.
And that day you come to greet me,
In the kingdom of white,
That day I hold forever as the best day of my life
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