My Bundle Of Joy

My bundle and joy
Here in my arms at last
The stabbing contractions
A thing of the past

You look perfectly normal
As you suckle my breast
But thats not what they said
When they ran all their tests

Feed while you can
Soon they'll take you away
To prod, pinch and needle you
More through the day

A fault of the genes
Mismatched chromosomes
Are the technical reasons
We cannot go home

But you move! And you breathe!
Cooing noises you make
Perhaps there's a mixup?
Some awful mistake.....

Yet they seem very certain
Though you seem to be fine
There's something you've got
That you won't live past nine

I don't understand...
Is it something I've done?
I took every good measure
While I carried my son

They try to be soothing
They can't know how I feel
That my childs already dying
It doesn't seem real

Do I pray for a miracle?
Do I dare to believe?
Or shall I prepare for heartache
And learn how to grieve?

Yet you're here for the moment
For how long I don't know
So I'll cherish each moment
And together we'll grow

We will treat life so precious
Savour all that we do
And no matter what happens
I will ALWAYS love you