my angel baby son

Birthdays forgotten and ignored
first words never heard,neveer spoken
no first steps
A missing face at the kitchen table, and at christmas time
A silent pain that aches my heart,Quietly everyday
I still feel his warm cheek against mine
The warmth of his forhead on my lips
the smell of your inocents ingrained into my brain
the realizatiom of his limp body,growing cold in my arms
Lucas, you were so beautiful , my angel so perfect
your blue eyes
your long fingers
your dark brown hair, with red streeks
you had your daddy's ears
you looked so much like him
My pain as i realized you were growing cold
I cant forget
he was so beautiful and so perfect

Lucas Kent Westerhold