From the Heart

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by Scott A. Borgman

me?

  Cameron, my son, I love you

  With every breath I take

  And though you are not with us

  The memories remain.

  I’ll cherish every moment

  That I had you in my life

  And though the time was short

  Every moment was precious to me, to us.

  Be patient, my son, we will see you again

  Watch over us, be with us

  Forever in our hearts and minds

  We will be together again one day.

  Until that time, take your place

  Up there among the stars

  Let your Angel’s wings fly you there

  The biggest playground of them all.

  The tears are running again

  I am trying to be strong

  But my son, I miss you dearly

  I don’t want you to be gone.

  Sleep now, my little Cameron

  In that place where there is no pain

  Laugh, and love us, and stay in our hearts

  Until we meet again.

  A Sign Of Love From Me Up Above

  Today I thought I’d let you know,

  That I’m still here with you.

  And so I found a big balloon,

  It was near the floor, and it was blue!

  So I filled it up, which took a bit,

  And let it rise up in the air.

  I danced it around in my room,

  To let you know that I was there.

  After you had left the house,

  I thought that I would zoom.

  So up the stairs I took the toy,

  And played up in Uncle James’ room.

  That’s where I was when you came home,

  And saw where I had played.

  So I brought it back down the stairs,

  And in your room I let it stay.

  Don’t be troubled, I’m still a kid,

  And I still like to play.

  And this balloon is just a sign

  That everything is all okay.

  I know you’ll cry for me some more,

  Because that’s what you need to do.

  But Mommy, Daddy, Mike, Jhess, and De,

  Know I’m still here with you.

  I’ll watch over you, and this balloon

  Is just my way of showing Love.

  I know you understand that it’s

  A Sign Of Love From Me Up Above.

  The Dream

  Last night I had a dream

  That I was walking in the sand.

  And you were there beside me,

  Holding tightly to my hand.

  The sky was clear and bright,

  The water shimmered blue.

  I knelt down and gave you a hug,

  You replied “I love you too.”

  And then I thought that I awoke,

  For I was in my bed.

  Mommy was there, fast asleep,

  Your blanket by her head.

  Suddenly I heard a knock,

  That came from the side door.

  I wondered who it could be,

  As I walked barefoot on the cold floor.

  When I opened up the door,

  I saw to my surprise,

  Two men standing there,

  Angels in disguise.

  “You all have suffered greatly,

  Your prayers are heartfelt, and true.

  And He knows the world needs miracles,

  He said this belongs, right now, to you.”

  The two angels stepped aside,

  And behind them, standing there,

  Was my boy, my Cami,

  I could only stare.

  And then I knelt, began to cry,

  You came and hugged me tight.

  God performed a miracle,

  For all to know about that night.

  I awoke again, right after,

  To that familiar place.

  Mommy slept beside me,

  Tears trickling down her face.

  We all miss you dearly,

  Yet there is the thought,

  Was it a dream, a vision?

  Somewhere a lesson to be taught?

  Miracles can happen,

  And dreams sometimes come true.

  But one thing that is certain,

  Is how much that we love you.

  Butterflies

  I heard the other day a talk,

  Of butterflies and wings.

  Of hopes and dreams, and feelings,

  And many other things.

  For some reason I didn’t understand

  Butterflies were in my head.

  Curiously, I grabbed the thought

  And this is where it led.

  As I lay in the darkness,

  Drifting off to sleep,

  A voice spoke up inside my head

  Warm, gentle, and deep.

  “You all start out as angels,

  But each one needs to learn.

  And so you are brought to earth,

  Until it is your turn.”

  “Each one of you I gently wrap

  Inside a human shell.

  You live, and laugh, and love,

  And when you’re ready, I can tell.”

  “Sometimes it takes a while,

  And sometimes it goes fast.

  Sometimes others feel hurt and loss,

  For others that have passed.”

  “But understand, and take comfort,

  For when that shell shatters,

  Each one of you spreads Angel’s wings,

  And that’s what really matters.”

  “So when you see a butterfly,

  Remember it is a sign.

  It’s just my way of telling you,

  That each one has their time.”

  “Each one of you are angels,

  And you don’t really die.

  You simply come out of your shell,

  And spread your wings, and fly.”

  It was then that I awoke,

  And thought of what I’d heard.

  And suddenly it all made sense,

  Every single word.

  So though we feel loss,

  And our grief is hard to bear,

  Our angel has simply shed his shell,

  So he can fly up there.

  A Family Prayer

  Now I lay me down to sleep,

  Cameron, please watch over me.

  Whisper softly, loving things,

  Keep me warm with your Angel’s Wings.

  Hold me close, and snuggle tight,

  Talk to me in my dreams tonight.

  Ease the sorrow in my chest

  With happy memories as I rest.

  And if God calls for me this night,

  May you be first in my sight

  To be the one to help me fly,

  To Heaven’s Gates up in the sky.

  And if I awake to another day,

  Cameron, by my side please stay.

  So stay close by as down I lay,

  Cameron, this to you I pray.

  Afterword

  I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you, the reader, for letting me share this small collection of poetry with you. If any of the poems have touched your heart, then I am pleased. Though many of them were written during perhaps the saddest time in my life, after the passing of my son Cameron, I am blessed to have had such an amazing little boy in my life. He remains with me, inspiring me every day with his memories, and I believe even helping guide me. Though he never knew that my lifelong dream was to be a writer, I think he has helped put my feet onto that path.

  Poetry is something each of us has the ability to do. The beauty of poetry is that it comes in all forms. It doesn’t need to rhyme, or have a specific ‘beat’ to it in order to fall under the category of ‘poetry.’ It is not bound by rules. In everything we do, there is poetry. If it stirs your heart, it is poetry in some form.

  All my best to you. And again, thank you so very mu
ch for letting me share these poems with you.

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