MartyT Posted July 7, 2003 Report Share Posted July 7, 2003 Son by My SideEarly each morning,long before the roosters wake,my son instinctively rolls out of bedand slumbers down the hallway with his pillows in tow.His daily migration always leads to the foot of our bedand is followed by our rude awakening as he wedges between me and my wife.Our bed does not comfortably fit the three of us.I'm forced to sleep on my left side and my wife on her right.My wife goes through similar pains as she wrestles back to sleep.This arrangement leave us tired and sore each morning.If I find myself resting next to a bed with tubes and wires invading my sonas monitors watch his motionless sleep,I will desperately pray for him and his pillow to come homeand shatter the morning's peace at the foot of our bed.If I find myself resting next to a slab marked by a stone that speaks of my son,I will heartfully beg to reset the clockto when my side of the bed was not my own.It's now 3:00 a.m. and I find myself fighting for rest.My arm is sore and sleep is beyond reach ~But I silently lie in the morning calm as tears fill my eyesand I consider how truly blessed is my lifewith my son by my side.-- Copyright © 2003 by Mike KleimanMail to: mikekleiman@cs.comUsed with permission of the author Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bev Posted July 20, 2003 Report Share Posted July 20, 2003 Oh that tore at my heart.........it reminded me of a story I once read where a woman had been complaining about cleaning sticky hand prints from the windows etc in her home......this was until her precious child died......then shed have given ANYTHING to be able to clean away those beautiful sticky hand prints ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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