21 years old
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Two minutes after his birth.....
I could hear his announcing scream.
I couldn't believe he was finally here,
The realization of my dream.
Two hours after his birth.....
I held him so close to my chest.
Somehow that little boy let me see,
A special love that never left.
Two days after his birth.....
I held his tiny little hand.
I told him there would be lots of things
That I would help him to understand.
Two weeks after his birth.....
He had that sparkle in his eyes,
And when he showed me that little smile,
I thought that I would surely die.
Two months after his birth.....
He was just beginning to learn.
He didn't like me to go away,
And he cried until I returned.
Two years after his birth......
I still couldn't believe he was mine.
We talked and laughed and went for walks.
We had so many special times..
Two minutes after his death.....
I didn't know I needed to scream.
I thought that he was still safe and here...
I didn't know the truth of my dream.
Two hours after his death.....
I felt a strangeness within my chest.
Something was wrong that I couldn't see.
God! I didn't know that he had left.
Two days after his death.....
I held his cold and lifeless hand.
There were just so very many things
That I could not fully understand.
Two weeks after his death.....
That sparkle stolen from my eyes,
No longer to see his beautiful smile.
I never, ever thought that he would die.
Two months after his death.....
There was so much I needed to learn.
I was confused when he went away,
And I still waited for his return.
Two years after his death.....
I still wish that he could be mine,
To talk and laugh and go for walks.
I miss those special moments in time.
Two minutes after MY death......
Once again I will hear him scream,
"Hey Mom, it's me, I'm over here,
And Mom, this time it's not a dream"
Two hours after MY death.......
I'll hold him close again to my chest.
He'll look at me and say... "Now see?",
It doesn't seem so long since I left."
Two days after MY death.....
He will gently take me by the hand,
And show me all the glorious things,
And help me to understand.
Two weeks after MY death.....
I'll see that sparkle in his eyes.
Once again he'll warm me with his smile,
And say... "You see, Mom, I didn't die".
Two months after MY death.......
Together we'll have so much to learn.
We'll never have to go away,
Or long for each other's return.
Two years after MY death.....
Once again he will finally be mine.
We'll talk and laugh and go for long walks,
Because, we'll have nothing...... but time.
© 2003 - Christine Ross