Laughter of bubbles, Grins of candy, voices of angels
All a true blessing
Lives filled with nothing less then innocence,
Oh! How I wish my boy were in my presence
The excitement of knowing a life has been conceived
Knowing I’m going to be a mommy was the greatest thing
Growing each month, eating and sleeping, watching my hair
Grow, knowing only 9months until the grand show
Listening and learning elders advice, day dreaming about
What it was going to be like.
1st month feeling just a lil confused
2nd month feeling brand new
3rd month things are starting to change
4th month I’m already counting the days
5th month my belly’s nice and round
6th month there’s no baby to be found
Terror in my eyes, pain in my heart
Ms. Jackson please spread your legs apart
I screamed and kicked for my sons life
Somebody restrain her, somebody make it alright
Oh! God the pain, the aching in my womb
The fight of my son trying to make it thru
Nurses, family, doctors all around
Everyone looking at me, all faces frowned
My mother gently stroking my face, being strong
At a time she had to accept the fate
Why mommy, why is he taking him away
The lord has a plan for you, just not now, someday
A machine beside my bed speaking for my child,
Showing his eagerness to make it thru the trial
As I hear his heart beating at a pace, I pray to
The heavens above he’ll make it to see today
Oh! God no! not another pain, make them stop
Make them go away.
Give her some medication to put her at ease
If it’s going to make me forget my son
Stay away from me.
No! Ms. Jackson, we are here for you, only thing you
Can do for me is help my baby make it thru
They held me still while numbing my back
With a quick primp and prod, I was relieved just
Like that.
The room became gentle, the air was serene
Who is this other woman approaching me?
Hello, Ericka I am Chaplain Marie, I am here to speak
With you, to give you guidance and to bless you to
What is your want with me, my son is to be born
She looks at the doctor while tears had been drawn
You know the lord puts us through many, many things
And he is in this room tonight, Honey everything will
Be ok.
My heart starts to pace as the chaplain takes my hand
The doctor looks at the machine beside me and bows his head
Ericka its time to deliver your son into this world
I am sorry to say his heart just couldn’t endure
All was quiet all was still, I looked to my right
I felt a chill
My mother began to weep, my friend began to cry
The machine sounded no more; my son had now just died
Turn off that damn machine, how cruel can you be
How dare you make my daughter suffer right in front
Of me
Ms. Jackson push, push. I did with all my might
I had to prove to them that amir would make it tonight
I grabbed all my strength and pushed the last time
The nurse turned her head and began to cry
Hand me my baby, let me see.
The time of death 3:33
Give me my baby, Give me my child!
Ericka he didn’t make it, it is over
Rest now.
They bathed my son and and brought him too me
I checked all his fingers and toes
His eyes resembled my aunty tracy
His lips so tiny, ears barely had any
Legs thick like mines, he even had an innie
He looked as if he were asleep, what I would do
To hear him cry, say something for me
I wrapped him up in a little blanket
The chaplain said a prayer, she baptized my son
Then the nurse appeared. I have to take him now
Can you hand him too me
I just gave away my guardian angel, yours truly
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