The morning I’ll always remember
Was a cold and wintry one
As other awoke to gifts under the tree
I never slept- awaiting a son.
And that Christmas morning I will always remember
waiting for a son I will never forget
A merry Christmas day has come
A morn I knew only to be full of cheer
But as I lay in waiting
I feel that things are different this year
And that feeling I will always remember
Each Christmas I will never forget
Minutes build into hours
I shut my eyes so tight
Wishing that I could stand up and leave
With no trace left nor a babe in sight
And that wish I will always remember
What could have been I will never forget
Here I lay in this bed and everything is so quiet
Except for the bum bum bum of a heart
So tiny but louder than my own
Will I? can I? live with out that heart?
And that question I will always remember
Waiting for an answer I will never forget
Time has come, nine months paid off
Fear surrendered to push and strain
Joy soon follows as tiny hand curls round a finger
A sweet moment drowned away by tears of pain.
And that soft touch I will always remember
And those cold tears I will never forget
Sweet angel, sweet son , so pure, so fresh
Do you hear me, do you feel me, do you know me?
A kiss from mother’s lips to hold you until forever
Three short days I held this precious baby
And each hour I will always remember
Each moment I will never forget
Time has come, nine months are done. Dues are to be paid
I sing a soft song goodbye to a gentle newborn friend
Tears will fall and hearts will beg to be not broken
When it’s hard to say good-bye and let go and it’s hard to see it end
And that song I will always remember
My newborn friend I will never forget
So with one last kiss and whisper I left and how I cried
I ached because you will not hear or feel me.
And I sobbed because you will not be near me
And most of all, in spite of it all, I cried because you will forget me
And now I cry because I will always remember
And my son I will never forget.
Copyright © 2003 Bree Jensen
