Today my little grandson Mikey aka Michael Aydan Jude Zelsnack would have been 8 years old. He was stillborn. A day does not go by that I don't think about him. Everytime I see a little boy his age I wonder what he'd be like. I love you Mikey you're always in my heart and never forgotten... Fly with the Angels my sweet little grandson!!
I wrote this for him a long time ago:
Ode to Mikey
by Andrea Tadpole
Born on a stormy sea of silence
His tiny life beyond my grasp
His spirit carried away on angel's wings
With all my hopes and dreams
I never got to see him smile
I never saw his eyes
I never felt his tender touch
Or listened to his cries
Waves of sorrow pulled me down
To horrid depths of grief
I feared I'd never reach the top
Breathe free or find relief
What was his purpose
Why was he here
Why was he meant to be
There had to be a lesson
If I could only see
Then I heard him in the silence
Calling out my name
Rise up, go home and live your life
Walk on amidst the pain
Take care of those I've left behind
Never let them go
Forgive them even if it hurts
And when your pride says no
Hold tight to God
Keep the faith
And then you'll see
That I am always with you
I am happy
I am free
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