My son never saw the light of day, his little nose never wrinkled at the scent of fresh cut hay. I never got to see a twinkle in his eye, until years later while gazing into a star filled sky.My boy will never grow into the man he could be, but I see him, I see him, if only distantly. My son never saw in my eyes, an adoring looking never read to him, a story from a favorite book. He lives within my heart to this very day, I sometimes hear his faint whisper, Daddy, daddy, its OK. My boy will never know the love if a wife, he'll never have children or give my grandchildren life. Though he is gone, I see him everyday, from my memories, he'll never fade away. My boy will never feel the warmth of the sun, he'll never howl at the moon, as his father has done. So very many things, hell never see and do. If you catch me staring, it may be him, that I see in you. My sons heart beats within my chest, it's while thinking if him, I am at my best. Although he is gone, and yet I remain. It's the love of his fathers father, that keeps me sane. My son will never hear the sound of a well played horn. For you see, my son, my son, my son, was still born.
Thanks for reading this...its with hopes that it may have brought back a fading memory of a loved one lost...Bless you all, each and everyone...

That was marvelous...really felt MARVELOUS!

Op Touched a very inner chord here. Great tribute.

Hi,

Very moving indeed.
I felt your loss as well.

Thanks Star...coming from you that means the world to me...

Thank you...your comment means a lot...

I appreciate you saying so...in the process of trying to write my first book as well...

That would be a project I would be interested in.

I felts every words written here.

All to often it seems society does not remember the pain fathers feel over the loss of a child. I have seen little else that will bring a man to his knees faster. And it is a lasting grief. As this writing clearly expresses. My sympathy.