God's Tiny Gift Poem by Tammy Arthur

He’s so little barely as big as my hand

He’s a 25 weeker not much
chance of living they say

You really can’t see him for
all the tubes coming out of him

But still he holds on
another day won

The doctors say he might
not make it through the night
he’s so sick and little

I long to hold you
but I can’t so I whisper
hold on my sweet baby boy

Another day won and soon
you’ll be coming home

The road is not easy
it’s an up hill climb
but together we’ll make it
my sweet baby boy

I look at you now at 21/2
and it’s hard to believe you were ever so small

So as I lay you down I whisper
I love you my sweet baby boy