Hello. These are some poems
                                  that I wrote last night (8/11/98).
                                I have never really written poetry before
                                                        but last night I couldn't sleep
                                    and my thoughts turned into poetry.
                                    I got up and wrote them down,
                                    and decided I wanted to share them with you.

                                    My Precious Michael

                                   I'll never know why you had to go away.
                                Without a sound, or a word
                                I knew that you were Heaven bound.
                                But you did not leave alone,
                                    for when you left this earth you took a piece of me.
                                    I can picture you in God's Nursery,
                            with smiles on your face,
                            sitting on Jesus' knee,
                                a part of my heart with you will forever be.
                                Till the day we meet again-
                                my sweet boy,
                                I hold the memories that have been,
                                in the other part of my heart,
                                and they bring my such pure joy.
 
                                Written by: Jamie Reed

                                    How To Say Goodbye
 
                                        I didn't know how to say goodbye.
                                    All I could do was sit and cry.
                                    But I was your mother, and you needed me-
                                        no other.
                                        So I sat in a rocking chair, stroking your beautiful hair.
                                    I sang you a song, and told you with care,
                                        it was okay to go,
                                        you had suffered too long.
                                        I think you knew this was more than I could stand,
                                        so you took Jesus' hand and entered the promised land.

                                        Written by: Jamie Reed

 
                                    My Dream

                                        Well six years have passed, everyday I dream.
                                            What kind of a child would you be?
                                        What would you look like?
                                            My good looks I know...
                                            tall like your father you would grow.
                                            You could play games with big brother Stephen,
                                            and if he won, you might even punch him
                                            just to get even!
                                            I wish I could see you play in the sun.
                                            Laughing, swimming, having oh so much fun.
                                            This I know is all just a dream,
                                            but dear Michael in my heart
                                            this is how you seem.

                                            Written by: Jamie Reed
 

                                            Well, I hope you enjoyed these poems,
                                            if I ever have another night of inspiration,
                                                I'll add more.
                                             For now I would love to know what you thought
                                               of these.