My Youngest Son

On March ninth of ninety eight
Two sons were born to us on that date
Long dark hair and such a deep tan
John and Alex had entered Gods plan

The joy and happiness my wife and I shared that day
Would so quickly and forever be swept away
Though both boys looked so lively and bright
I never realized how soon young Alex would have to fight

Within hours Alex Hunter was rushed away
To the first of many surgeries that would come his way
Such a strong will and a fighter the doctors would say
Unexpectedly Alex had survived to battle the next day

On Alex's next day as I stood so near
He opened his eyes and shed but one tear
Even to this day I wonder and still I don't know
Was my youngest son telling me to just let him go

For on April twenty second early that night
My son ascended to heaven on a one-way flight
His brother John knew when he past away
For it was the only time we have heard him scream in such a way

My youngest son died on that morbid day
But my memories of Alex will never go away
For as I watch his twin brother grow day to day
I see my young Alex in every way

I go through each day with a torn soul
For inside of me there is an empty hole
I hope to see Alex again some day
For that's Gods plan the preachers say

Love Daddy,
August 16, 1998