Missing My Baby...
I taught him to walk....
I bought him his first toy...
I taught him to sing & laugh...
I changed his diapers and bathed him...
I witnessed his first real laugh,
And I taught him to eat with a spoon and drink with a straw...
I made it a daily tradition to visit Dairy Queen for dessert & play on the playground.
I sat with him at the hospital when he was sick...
I provided his first bedroom...
And filled it with toys and stuffed animals.
I taught him to say the most important words: "I Love You", and "I'm Sorry".
I introduced him to Santa Clause.
I slept with his little head on my chest and my arm around his waist for a year.
We held each other and we thought we were safe.
I protected him like a mother lion,
I skipped meals, so that he could eat.
I taught him not to hit or bite..
I taught him to be kind and gentle.
In return for my efforts, I was vilified.
I became the bad guy.
He was ripped away from me a few days prior to Christmas.
My year of being a father was over, and my child disappeared.
Even now, his image is the last thing I see when I go to sleep at night,
And the first thing I envision when I wake up.
I never thought that I would be this involved with a child,
That my love for another human being could be so great.
I never thought that my love could turn into a dagger in my heart.
3 Comments:
I keep your little family in my prayers. I'm sorry for the pain and hardship you are all going through.
2:12 AM
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10:25 PM
Brian I miss him so much too and I know you and Michael were the best thing he will ever have. I hope he gets to stay in your life somehow.
Love you
Steph
11:49 AM
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