Ann poems for the MitoMemoirs

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My Perfect Boy

That morning God handed him to me,

A perfect boy I knew he would be.

So strong, so vibrant, so ready to live,

I didn't know what God would ask him to give.

But soon in time, the picture became clear

that perfect boy, would live a life of pain and fear.

What is wrong, what's happening to him?

Doctors not knowing, said to trust them.

My perfect boy was struggling for life,

My heart breaking, full of fear and strife.

Not again dear God, I cried,

As I looked at my perfect boy with pride.

This disease will not steal who he is to

become, I will see to it, I am his MOM!

So I set out to teach him right from wrong,

To hold his head high, and show all, he is strong.

He lives this disease with strength and joy,

Because he is my perfect Boy!

D. Ortiz

Copyright ©2004 D. Ortiz

Hold Her In Your Arms-Her Mommy's Prayer

May God hold you always in his arms my sweet Kira, here and in Heaven

Jesus hold her in your arms

Remind her of who you are.

The pain inside she feels,

It is so real.

Remove the doubt in her.

Be it holiness she sees

Remind her of who you are.

In the stillness of the night,

She cries out "Mommy".

An overwhelming since of fear

Wells up inside of me!

As I rush to her bed to help her pain subside,

I know you're the only one, who can really help her.

Jesus hold us in your arms

Remind us of who you are

The pain inside we feel, it is so real.

Remove the doubt in us, be it holiness we see.

Remind her of who you are!

Remind me of who you are!

Remind us all, of who you are!

D. Ortiz

Copyright ©2004 D. Ortiz