Wake Up |
Tracy Buford |
In loving memory of Jaylon Mekhi Walker |
Wake up little Jaylon
I need to see your eyes I need for you to see me I need to hear your cries I knew something was wrong As I lay in bed last night You didn’t move a bit And I know that wasn’t right I quickly called my doctor In hopes that you were fine But the news that she relayed to me Literally blew my mind She said that you were not moving And, in fact, she feared the worst But before she could make that assumption She’d get another doctor first My heart was pounding loudly And then the beating ceased For the doctor told me, solemnly ‘‘I’m sorry, your baby’s deceased.” He said you had stopped living And at that very moment I cried You actually had slipped away Friday, December 5 I immediately left for the hospital So I could be induced Help my body to deliver So you could be produced I can’t recall the procedure I just remember the end The nurse saying it’s over When in fact It was about to begin They thought it to be conducive For me to hold you in my arms Have my time to bond with you To keep you safe from harm I know you heard me say, “I Love You!” Even though you could not breathe I take comfort that you felt it And in that I must believe As the time did pass I have to go Even though I could hold you forever I knew it wouldn’t be so I take comfort in the knowledge That for you there is no pain That in time we’ll meet once more And I’ll hold you yet again |
Written in loving memory of Jaylon Mekhi Walker, born still December 6, 2003, by her mother, Tracy Buford |