~The little boy was born one calm winter day.
Troubling doctors and family dismayed.
Many worried he would not make it,
Being quite ill and small as a bracelet.
A year goes by in that hospital room,
Knowing he had not yet met with gloom.
His mother sat next to him with wide eyes,
As though she was beginning to cry.
Slowly recovering from his harsh state,
The boy foresaw that it was too late.
One July day when he was four years old,
His mother took more pills than the doctor foretold.
Dark clouds began to arise in the cool Autumn sky,
The boy thought about how he never said "goodbye."
Tears ran down the boy's sad little head,
As he put roses where his mother laid dead.
Many years past since the tragic fate,
But the boy never lost happiness nor had hate.
He had a wonderful family and many great friends,
And he's thankful they stayed with him till the end.~ Robert Daniel S
Troubling doctors and family dismayed.
Many worried he would not make it,
Being quite ill and small as a bracelet.
A year goes by in that hospital room,
Knowing he had not yet met with gloom.
His mother sat next to him with wide eyes,
As though she was beginning to cry.
Slowly recovering from his harsh state,
The boy foresaw that it was too late.
One July day when he was four years old,
His mother took more pills than the doctor foretold.
Dark clouds began to arise in the cool Autumn sky,
The boy thought about how he never said "goodbye."
Tears ran down the boy's sad little head,
As he put roses where his mother laid dead.
Many years past since the tragic fate,
But the boy never lost happiness nor had hate.
He had a wonderful family and many great friends,
And he's thankful they stayed with him till the end.~ Robert Daniel S
