Charlies poems

I wrote this a few months ago

Tomorrow’s Tomorrow


With expectance of joy
You came into our lives,
Our first glimpse of you,
Your first breath, your first cry
Made us beam with smiles.
You were perfect in every way,


We held you and fed you,
Washed you and adored you
We told everyone who would listen
That you were here in this world.


Our tears of joy became tears of fear
As you were rushed to intensive care,
You’re failing heart, our lives tearing apart,
You stayed strong, you made us strong.


CHD we were told, its serious we were told,
Register his birth don’t leave it too long,
When the surgeons took you away,
We feared we may never see you again.


You came through and surprised us all,
Four times now and you have been so strong.
But every day that passes
Brings us closer to another day of fear.

For we know another operation is needed,
To help your heart pump stronger, to help you live
But you have the will to stay strong,
For you are meant to be here


It’s so unfair you suffer so much but we love you so,
Mummy and Daddy will gladly take your place.
Our hearts would be yours, if only we could,
We pray for you and hope GOD is listening,
And lets you stay here on this earth,
Take us instead we pray, we shed a tear


Such a funny, handsome and clever little boy
Our hearts filled with love for you.
Stay strong, stay here on this earth.
Grow old and wise little boy
You’re not ready to be an angel,
Not today not tomorrow,
Not tomorrows tomorrow.

Another that Charlie's Aunty wrote

Charlie Our Lucky Charm



How a baby boy so young, so innocent
With not so good a start
Can move so many people
Melting even the hardest of hearts


A baby boy too young to know
The heartache that we suffer
Whilst you endure major surgery
Whilst we pray that you recover


To think of what you are going through
You can’t help but shed a tear
But you have taught us something
we have never known before
The real meaning of fear

The news was what we longed for
We knew that you were strong
A successful operation
Our heartache almost gone


It’s a joy to have you near again
To love to have to hold
Your family are all waiting
To come home ‘til you grow old.