This poem was written by Tony Doiron. I assume from the words that Tony lost a child too… This poem really got to me. My child was just older and could walk, talk and count… Thank you for your beautiful words Tony.
You were lying in my arms,
As I tried to say goodbye,
“It is for the best”, they said,
And I knew that was true.
I gazed at your little hands,
Given to us that day,
You wouldn’t feel pain again,
But I wanted you to stay.
You fought for every breath you took,
Never letting go,
Until one day God made you His,
Leaving all of us below.
Although you couldn’t walk or talk,
Or even count to ten,
Your short life had more impact,
Than a hundred million men.
(written by Tony Doiron)