Matthew
There's my baby, so innocent, so pure.
The one I'll love. The one I'll adore.
He's so perfect in every way,
With ten fingers and toes,
Two eyes and a tiny little nose.
Oh how I was never prepared for this day!
They say he is sick and take him away.
Oh how could that be!
What does hydrocephalus or shunt mean?
His first surgery at age three days,
Wait, hope, & pray is all they could say.
Now they say he is blind, will never walk or speak.
A mother at 16, I have to stay strong, I can never be weak.
Oh how I was never prepared for this day!
I watch him laugh, play, and grow,
But still just a baby inside his mind I know.
How long will this last? No one will say.
All you can do is watch him grow and play.
Oh how I was never prepared for this day!
Who will take care of him when I am old?
The decisions of his future I must make.
And all alone the burden I will take.
I can never be weak, I must stay strong.
And how will I know if I should keep him at home?
How will he get along? Will I be giving up on him
If a special home I choose?
Can I still take care of him
When he's sixty six and I'm eighty two?
I don't know, but neither do you.
I must be careful with my choices to make
For in my hands his future will lay.
Oh how I was never prepared for this day!
Poem written by Tammy Jo Wendt