Fillet Me
There is not one page in this book
that expresses fully the impact
that Jacob had on my life,
my faith, or my future.
And yet, letting you read it
is like laying my heart,
and my stomach
wide open for dissection.
Good or bad judgements,
incorrect sentence structure -
it doesn't matter to me
what you think of it,
but I wonder how it makes you feel.
This is all I have left
of the baby I loved.
I wish there had been
less pity, and more compassion.
I wish there had been
less judging and more acceptance.
I wish there had been
less expectations, and more help.
Mostly, I wish he were alive,
and less dead.
I wish things had been different.
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