Empty Mornings

BY Traci Young

No more waking to a babies cry
or peeking in to see you look
with wide awake eyes.

No more smiles that brought
so much cheer or listening
to the babbles that sounded so dear.
No more hearing you laugh in delight--
for you my child are an angel in flight.

But yet...

I am not used to seeing
an empty bed or room,
hearing silence in the
mornings brings me such gloom.
I want to go make
a bottle for you.....
Pick you up and play
like we used to do..

But for some reason--sunshine you went away.....

My baby boy died yesterday.........

This poem is what I wrote after my
eight-month old son, Anthony Micheal,
died of SIDS. He taught me that not
everything is always forever--
so cherish every moment that you have.

To you baby--I love you---Mommy

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