he was mine and I was his he held the love of her and I

his little hands is what I remember most, the way they fit in mine.

he'd laugh at the little things and whenever I came back from work he would scream with glee and my wife would bring him in to see me. I pick him up and hold him tight and let him know he was daddies little buddy

every day I spent so much time with him, he was my little treasure.

he couldnt walk he was too small so I would simply watch him crawl

all day Id listen to him squeel, its strange how much facination you can have for your own son.

He cried a lot I did not mind he wasmy son and he was mine.

one day my heart fell out

just like every day he would stand then fall

he never gave up not at all

but this time when he took his dive he did not get up I did not know why

I walked over to him and picked my little guy up I tried to wake him but his eyes stayed shut

I screamed in panic at the sudden realization

he's dead he's dead this can't be real

this must be a dream this doesnt happen in real life

I held him close as I called 911

the voice on the other end tried to calm me as I realized it was me that was screaming

I couldnt stay calm he's my boy

my life

my reaon

he layed lifeless iin my arms as my world collasped around me

the words in the phone became murmurs then whispers then my world came trickiling back and I remembered my first aid training

I began cpr on my baby boy but no matter what I tried he wouldnt open his little blue eyes

my baby boy my baby boy

my wife kept screaming in the other room begging god to save him

I just help him close

hes dead hes dead

how can life be so cruel what did he do

what did I do?

why does this happen

well it did.