He’s gone before he came.

He was just a whisper in my belly. 16 weeks to live in my womb, is not enough time.

He could have grown into a great man. He could have faught a war, or he could
have been the next Mo strik’em out, in the Bronx.

My son could have done anything or he could have done nothing. We will never know.

Sometimes I cry to the heavens “Why? Why my son? Was it something I did, was it something i didn’t do? IS this a punishment for my sins?”

My son is gone, he floated away. He’s gone before he came.


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