Unfinished rambling of my unborn son.

Mon, 11/26/2012 - 16:40 -- eliley

You know I sit and remember when you were still a part of me,
I went for months not knowing you were there inside of me.
I had all the signs; I had all the symptoms
And yet your mama was stupid, i made the wrong decisions.
And as I sit and remember,
I try to forget...
Your life with me,
was never meant to be.
Too precious for earth, to precious for words.

God had given you a soul, a life, a name.
He molded you into a soldier, and your life he did claim,
So now things will never be the same,
Antonio you were mine to give life to;
though it was only for a while,
A lot of things had changed; & now
I'll never see your smile.

Antonio Santiago my love for you will
never disappear.
Even though its your voice, your laugh
I'll never get to hear.

You will always be my baby angel.
Though I've never seen your face,
not a thing in this world can ever take your place.

You are daddy's lost pride
& you are mommy's lost angel
We never thought this would happen;
we never imagined it'd be real.

But since it was; since it is...
We will always miss you &
wonder...."Jesus, is he with you?"

But then we will look to the sky,
even though we can't see you..
we know that every move we make
you'll be watching from the heavens..
and laughing at our mistakes.

Jesus, is he with you?

Baby boy, we aren't perfect,
(Lost focus)
As you probably very well know..
but your father and I love you from the very depths of our soul.

I promise, we promise..
even though meeting you
was never for fate..
not a thing in this world will EVER take your place...
You are our son, our first, our sweet angel.

Antonio Santiago Leyva Ruiz...
January 20, 2009
Rest with angels, mijito. Te amo y te extrano muchisimo!



That was beautiful and I'm sorry for your loss.

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