My Bug

So small and fragile
Gasping for air,
A tiny baby boy
The size of a teddy bear.

Tubes and wires
Holding him down.
Silent moans,
Tears without sound.

Time crawls by
And prayers are said,
I pray for his life
As I kneel by my bed.

Life isn't cheap
You must pay a cost
Tear, sleep and health
All must be lost.

The tiny boy
Gets a hold on life
No surgery required
No need for that knife.

With weak lungs
And a small heart,
He made a miraculous recovery,
Completely off the charts.

Older and grown
Still weak from birth
He makes the best
Of his turn on Earth.

~This poem is about my little brother, Chandler. He had some problems when he was born, like being addicted to drugs, and alcohol. He was born 6 weeks early and nearly died several times. He asked me to write a poem about him, so I did and I'll give it to him when he is old enough to read and understand it. I LOVE YOU MY BUG!~