My Son

My son was born last night in my dreams,
Yet sleep sometimes ain't what it seems,
I awaken with His Urn to my left side,
for 3 years today my baby boy died,
I move around as if It cant be real,
Yet as soon as I sit I get the sharpest feel,
There are no words to ease this pain,
I look forward to "that" dream,
Thats where Tims life remains...

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