My Little Hero
Hero's come in many forms
they save you from the darkest storms
I know a hero, the tiniest size
that touched my life when he opened his eyes.
1 pound 3 ounces and 11 inches long,
his tiny life started off all too wrong.
He was 3 months early and sad to say,
they thought he would be gone by the end of the day.
But he fought and he tried so hard to survive,
such a tiny little soul that wanted to thrive.
Prayers were running all day and all night
that our little baby would make it alright.
God must have been listening for he granted our wish
but it did not come easy and full was our dish.
The baby fought hard never giving up for one day,
and we were right by him each step of the way.
Many families face this sad but it's true,
but this was our first time with the NICU.
On our vacation, now stuck and alone,
from all that we knew of, far from our home.
But the nurses and doctors took special care,
and made sure we were fine and always were there.
My baby had a habit of knocking on deaths door,
but when death did answer, he told him "No More"
He was no longer going to play this horrible game
And from that day on it was never the same.
11 months later, he came home, what a joy,
well worth the wait on our tiniest boy.
We have hoses and gadgets and gizmo's galore,
but he is here with us, we ask for no more.
He still fights battles that he wins at all times,
Thanks to doctors and nurses and March of Dimes.
Least we forget the force from above,
That trusted us enough to provide care and love.
But the credit is due to one thought to be zero,
My Robbie, my love, my tiniest hero.
Beth Clair
