My precious baby boy.
My heart.
The fruit of my womb.
I kept you safely inside my belly for 40 weeks and it was I that pushed you into this world.
My precious forgive me for all the pain you have endured,
every single fall,
every tear you have shed, any fear or uncertainty of things to come.
Forgive the breif moments when I walk away and the anxiety you face
because you are unsure if I will return
Or the lullabies that rock you to sleep for you to be awakened to see
even if only for a breif moment
I am not there.
Or the times when you need me to comfort you
to hold you close and shut out this big scary world
I pat your head and tell you "You are a big guy, you will be all right".
Forgive me for being busy on the phone,
or fatigued...
I now never want to leave you alone.
If I could take your frustration away,
carry your cross,
this burden I would gladly bear.
It is times like these that I feel weak
fall to my knees and
call out to the Lord in prayer.
If there is a merciful God
whom honors my hard work
and faith,
oh please take this cup from our lips.
I have had my fill of heart ache,
bad news and heart breaks
truly our cup is filled to the brim.
I would surely wither away if worst comes to worst
results confirming my fears.
I just cannot bear to cast this lot on my precious
For he is innocent naive and confused...
My precious I love you so,
I hope to advert such a painful blow...
I cannot bear it.
I love you.
My precious son
Noah Consuelo
