“My day seemed bright and full of joy When I learned I would have a baby boy. No more days would I sleep in. Painting the nursery, had to begin... To prepare the nest for my male guest. Nine months went by incredibly fast. Before I knew it, I was in labor, at last. Away to the hospital, then he came... Crying weak, and surprising us just the same... Not a good time, as I look back and see, Death, was to be his destiny. A little life is what he had, Long life was not to be give, tears were shed. Oh My God! My baby was dead.”
