The Cries of a Mother
A day I will never forget a sight that can only me my worst nightmare: My 4 month old son lying cold on my mother in-laws bed. CPR performed, 911 called: me screaming please Lord not my baby. Braeson was taken way in and instant, I was to late. The night before all smiles and giggle watching is favorite show, I still remember screaming saying, let this just be all a nightmare. A bad dream tat I could wake up from.
But now my screams will be heard, being unhushed because now as I lay my baby boy to rest for the last and final time all this mamma wants to do is cry cry cry.
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Death of my son Braeson on May 28, 2017