Travis |
By Janie Lee |
In memory of Travis McJames Lee stillborn February 13, 1990. |
As the others go off to
preschool this year I will think of you. Almost old enough to go, but maybe not. Your birthday falls late like your brothers. Some of them might be ready…not you. I would want to keep you home because you would be my baby. I would feel better once I realized it wasn’t quite time yet. I would wait another year. We would laugh and play and wait for Michael to come home. Michael would pay attention to you for a while then he’d go out with his friends. We’d play and make dinner, then Michael would come home again. This is what I wished would happen, but it won’t…because you’re not here any more. I do not have to send you off to school. Maybe the God that took you off to heaven will send you to school some day. Or maybe Angels don’t have to know anything because they are perfect just the way they are. |