It came as a shock, the doc said here comes number seven and
One girl and One boy. Is on the way. With a laugh he said it will
make four and four in all. As if i couldn't count.
Soon there were bottles, diapers, sleepers, and toys a glore. Two
of everything was every where.
At four months the doc said every thing is fine. The boy is behind
the girl. There both fighters, strong hearts and good lungs, you've
got some kickers.
___________________________________________ At six months he said
there groing strong. We told the older children that they were
doing fine. They smiled and each produced two balloons. One girl
and One boy. They were even and happy. Toys and much joy were soon
Eight months and we thought we were doing good. Seen the doc around
the clock. He said with sad eyes one fatefull day one boy and one
girl. I was wrong all is not well. She ia fine. He is still behind.
His heart is not well. No longer strong. We have a choice to mak
soon. I will tell you
girl one boy all is not well we told family and friends with fright
and a choice in sight. The older six over heard and came with a
balloon. There was six little notes tied to it. The oldest then
twelve said. We have six prayers to send to heaven for our new
brother to be okay. Wih sad eyes we released it with their prayers.
_________________________________________ Two weeks pass. Doc calls
and said were on the clock. Come and talk its time for decisions.
We can help him, but will Hurt her.her. you must
choose.______________________________________ Twent four.hours
later a choice was made. We.can't choose. One over the
other.____________________ Girl one boy one girl. One here one
earth The other in heaven. He had very little chance of i had to
let the other
survival she had a lot. Hardest choice ever made.for one to live i
had to let the other go._______________________________________
Tears of joy tears of heart ache.. we told the older six and they
let a balloon go saying their good byes to the brother they never
got to hold, never got to see. This time there was a.seventh paper.
She.got.to know got to feel and even shared with
him.____________________________________ three years old her
birthday came. She asked for one simple.thing. a balloon. I asked
her why. In her young three year old life she smiled and said. I
want to wish my baby angel a happy birth day. We still share this.
With tears in my eyes on that faith full day and every years since
we let go a simple balloon saying happy birth day to our baby angel
Andrew because thats something we all still.share. i still don't
know how she knew. But Here is my own personal balloon to my baby
angel. HAPPY SIXTH BIRTH DAY.
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