sleeping boy

I've been sitting here watching him sleep and crying...throwing my self a pity party.  Wondering how much one little body can take and why should he have to carry that heavy burden.  When he was awake he was mad at me...pissed off to be back here at the Hospital.  His least favourite place in the whole wide world.
Oh how I wish I could take the pain and discomfort away.  The amount he has had to endure in his 6 years is so very much. I get mad.  Frustrated.  But then I look at those gorgeous brown eyes and that loving soul shines back at me and I feel blessed.  Those long eyelashes flutter softly on his cheeks.  He is resting quietly, something he was not doing last night at home.  Sleep well my love, for tomorrow you shall have your Grandma to snuggle with ALL DAY LONG!

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