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My son’s name is Blake, he is so strong The doctors are kidding they must be wrong Not my baby not my little guy It’s a mistake he just can’t die It’s too soon—God please don’t take him yet Just do me just one favour I’ll never forget. My son’s name is Blake, he is so brave, I want him to grow, I want to teach him to shave. I just want to cry, this is breaking my heart, But I can’t be a good mom if I fall apart. I should take lessons from my boy with tiny ears, All the x-rays, all the brain scans but never any tears. My son’s name is Blake, I love him so dear, He’s so precious and quiet, he has no fear. He just sits there so peaceful and stares at the world, With his own little thoughts, but never any words. What a cute little nose, and perfect little toes, Precious little ears, bright eyes so often closed. My son’s name is Blake, he lights up my world, I can’t imagine life without him, more precious than a pearl. I love when he cries when he wants to be fed, I love staring at him while he’s sleeping in bed. The weather is getting colder, winter is drawing near, But the bright sun shines hot on me whenever he is near. I love you Blake Love Mommy. |
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