Silent Cry
Silent cry, only a mommy can hear,
Of my precious Anthony I hold so dear.
In my heart, that is, not in my arms,
for you see,
My son was taken away from me.
I held him for just a little while,
wishing I would see him smile.
Hoping for a miracle from above,
for the chance to show my baby love.
Holding my breath for a sign of life,
a cry, a wiggle, maybe a coo,
so we could play peek-a-boo.
No sign of life did I see,
as I continued to plea
for my baby to be braught back to me.
Oh God! I said how can this be!
For a short time I didn't see the truth,
I cradled him, caressed him, kissed him,
witnessing his peaceful sleep
until slowly the light in my eyes turned dim,
as the painful reality of the death of my first born son
crashed upon my like a ton.
The memories remain, they are mine to claim.
The heartache as well as the joy of the special moments
I had with my baby boy.
He never made a sound.
His cry I never found.
Silent Cry, only a grieving mommy can hear.
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