You would have been three years old last May
Still I look at your sonogram nearly every day
You were our only hope
You were our only son
Bingo was your name
But you could've been anyone
So long ago we dreamed of you
So long ago you were lost
The treasure in our hearts
Bought at such a great cost
Too strange to understand
Too small to be seen
But more beautiful than life itself
Carried forever on angel wings
So I pray a prayer not for the dead
But for Bingo my only
His story left unsaid
I miss you my son
When I think of our family
The one earth will never know
But in heaven, I'm a daddy
Bingo, my son

December 22, 5:38 pm
Copyright 1998 Michael Paul