A day of sadness,
A day of mourning.
A day of many tears,
warm May morning.

It wasn't supposed to happen,
yet it was meant to be.
A perfect baby boy,
was Gods great gift to me.

With his happy expressions,
and a beautiful smile.
He teaches me the beauty,
of what I once thought was vile.

I wish I could be better,
I wish I was more there.
Nothing I can do now,
but to show how much I care.

I love you, my son,
you're so perfect in every way.
You were gods great gift to me,
which he gave me one morning in May.