I saw the tears and sadness in
My broken hearted son
I hugged him with a father’s love
Until we two were one.

I also saw the crushing pain
That gripped he and his wife
And this because their first born son
Had come without his life.

Their stillborn child had come that day
And sorrow drained us all,
For we would never play with him
Or teach him to play ball.

But then there came into my life
A wondrous thing indeed.
I was so blessed to hold this child
And fill my soulful need.

And as I held his tiny frame
I looked into his face
And felt his spirit touching me
And felt his warm embrace.

I cried so many tears that day
We all heard sorrow’s song;
But also gloried in his spirit
That we felt so strong.

T’was on that day I learned for sure
That spirits live within,
The unborn child that grows inside
The mom’s protective skin.

© James O'Brien
Grandfather