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Stories of Lost Children
When I was 25, I had a still born baby due to diabetic complication. This is my poem for him, Daniel Tyler. PERFECT SOUL There seems to be an empty space somewhere within my soul...
A space so deep and endless that I don't know how far it really goes. It is the space where I keep all the love I had to give...
If only my baby boy, Daniel Tyler, had lived. It was my duty to protect him and to keep him safe...
and for some reason I feel as if I failed and sealed him to his fate. Oh Daniel, if only I could reach out and gently rub and pat your back...
As I watch you sleeping...so peacefully taking a nap. Just to let you know...that Mommy is right here...
But I can never do this...and My eyes are wet with tears. But I guess I have to try and think a different way...
In order that I just might be able to stay sane. I guess that in a way I gave you the greatest love...
For I gave my lovely son to God and Jesus up above. I gave birth to you and immediately to heaven did you go...
No sins did you commit...you had a perfect little soul. So now, just maybe the roles have been reversed...
And though my feelings are somewhat mixed up and diverse I have made up my mind that now my little angel has wings...
And now my little baby is watching over me. You are there to protect me, and help me to be strong...
You are there to help me face the fact, that my baby is really gone. And never a day will come when I will ever again feel whole...
God Bless my little angel...and his perfect little soul. And on my parting day...the day that I die...
I rejoice to finally meet you ...as in heaven I do arrive.
And maybe then...the roles can change back...
And I can hold and hug my son...and gently pat him on the back. And now my eyes are wet with tears again, cause I miss you so...
My Daniel Tyler, my angel...and your perfect little soul. | 
