|Never to Feel the Sun|
|Submitted by a father for his son, Matthew|
|They brought you for us to hold
You were too small to be born today
Your hands, feet and ears so perfect in every way.
As your father and mother, we shared dreams as one.
Would you be a daughter or son?
As we held you in our arms, our little son,
We realized our dreams are no longer real ones.
You will never smell the flowers, hear the rain,
chase a butterfly, or have a lot of fun.
You will never feel the sun.
Goodbye, our little one.
|From Yesterday I dreamed of dreams... Copyright 1996 Molly Minnick
Pineapple Press, Publisher