For our Sweet Collins
I’ll never get to rock you,
or softly comb your hair.
I’ll never get to tuck you in
with a well-loved teddy bear.
There’ll be no Mother’s Day cards,
no wild flower bouquets,
no puppet shows, no zoos, no parks,
no graduation days.
I won’t dance at your wedding,
won’t watch you hold you own first born.
Your life, too brief, and stolen from you,
has left me and your Daddy torn.
But I’ll cherish the time, sweet Collins,
when we were connected by a cord,
I’ll rejoice in knowing you are now safe
in the arms of the Almighty Lord.
I’ll look for you in each sunbeam;
I’ll feel your presence in the wind.
And you will live in our hearts, forever,
Wrapped in a love without any end.
about the piece.
I wrote this poem and read it at Collins' funeral. He passed on May 19 of this year.
about the poet.
Nikki shares her story, "I have a beautiful 14 month old son, and Collins was going to be the "completion" of our family. Two perfect little boys. He died one day after birth due to PPHN, something that occurred despite the fact that I had a perfect pregnancy and barely took a Tylenol during it. It is very rare and we still have no idea why him-- a robust 9 lbs and 1 oz.I am blogging at imissyoulikehell.blogspot.com It's private, but if anyone tells me they read this poem here, I will gladly add them.