What if your world was perfect? What if you had all you needed?
What if love was all you knew from the time your womb was seeded?
What if you had too much love? Too many hugs and kisses?
I know a boy who had this much; it’s him each of us here misses.
He watches down on us today, sitting with the Father.
He ...sees our tears, hears our cries, and asks God why we bother.
You see he cannot understand why we’re all so sad,
And really who could blame him knowing the life he had?
God carved a special place for him, right below his mommy’s chin,
Where he could sit and rest a while or take the whole world in.
Laughter was his music and smiles always danced across his face.
Happiness was all he knew before he left this place.
His cries were short, his sadness brief, for you see how could it linger,
When all it took to sooth him was a taste of Michael’s finger?
Hooked there on his bouncer was his favorite monkey toy,
Below, a puddle of drool from Slimer, Porgie, Little Man, or (my favorite) Georgie-Boy. He spent mornings with his brother, Richard, being held close and playing.
If he asked God for anything… to stop those hiccups was what he was praying.
From the get-go, he learned to share with Joshua and Michael, especially his binky.
At night, he had his bath routine with his daddy when he was stinky.
And I’m sure not a more blessed child did God put upon this land;
Perfect in each and everyway, right down to the bone spur in his hand.
One thing he hated though was therapy; you could not end it faster.
Yet, at only four months old he could cook…he was a champion pat-a-cake master. Although his time with us here on Earth was not as long as we planned,
There are many things he taught US and wants us to understand.
You see if we could have but just an ounce of the joy that filled his soul,
We’d have less tears to wipe away and our hearts would soon be whole.
He’d tell us just how much he was loved, and no kid should have it rougher.
If too much love was his lot in life, with that he’d just have to suffer.
If too many tickles and too many cuddles had to be his burden to bear,
And giggles and grins were the price that he’d pay for the time that we had to share,
A true gift to all, he was happy to pay it, no matter the price that it cost.
While the flesh is so weak, the memories and the love he gave us will never be lost!
He’ll come in your dreams, and there will be times when you know you catch his sweet smell.
You’ll remember that time that it was just you and him, and life here won’t seem just like Hell.
Though it might take a long time, and you’ll never forget,
He wants you to be happy and not be upset.
For we have no way of knowing when God will call us all home,
Or just how long we have on this Earth here together to roam.
So when you have a rough day, and you can’t go on, take his Poppie’s advice,
Try reading the Bible, kissing his picture, or talking to him would be nice.
While there are no words to combat our sorrow, no comfort to ease all our pain,
That little monkey is up there in Heaven, and I know we’ll meet someday again.
So, the next time your heart seems two sizes too big, know there’s an angel around you. With too much love in his heart, knowing you needed some; don’t be surprised that he found you.
For My Georgie Boy
(9/9/09~1/29/10)
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