I held onto his
small fragile body,
like he was my
own.
I cried because of
how beautiful life
can be.
I cried because of
how precious he
was in my arms,
I was literally
holding someone's
life in my hands.
I cried because of
how scared I was
to have him
brought into this
world,
scared because I
wanted to always
protect him,
scared because I
wanted him to
always be safe,
to have the happy
life he deserves.
As his little hand
grasped my pinky
finger,
A tear rolled down
my cheek and I
whispered, "*i love you
and I'm never going to
leave you.*"