Well, I guess I should just dive right in.
But Marshall wasn't meant for this world, too beautiful was he.
So, an empty womb and a full heart are the gifts he left to me,
and all I could give him was my love, some kisses, and affection.
His urn sits on a shelf; his ashes proudly displayed.
His sisters still want to buy him clothes and shoes so he can walk;
what they don't understand is that he has wings instead of feet.
I don't know how to help them; I am as helpless as a lamb,
but my shepherd will guide me through it if by his side I stand.
My son's eyes were open; it was His face he saw first.
He must have marvelled when he heard his name called by the First.
I have to accept it; my heart struggles with this thought,
that my body just wasn't good enough for his gentle little heart.
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