Little  Eli’
It’s been several  years...
 since I have  cried.
Until the night that My sister told me
Little Eli just Died.

I was just about to fall asleep.
When the phone rang and I heard my sister weep.

She cried so very softly.
I thought she was calling about something else.

What did I hear her say?
I said no way.
but she really said
Little Eli just Died.

My next few moments as she spoke ,
Were total dis-belief almost,
 is this a joke?

Now, I know my sister she does not dare.
To wake you from your sleep wth such a care.

It set me back for quite a few moments and
a little  bit longer to understand.
That Little Eli would not grow up to become a man.

He was only 3 month’s and a few short days.
He never even new what it was like,
to go outside and play.

Little Eli would not get to ride a trike
nor would he get to ride a bike.
He would not even be called a little tyke.

What a shame, what a waste.
Tomorrow is my Birthday but what the heck is that?
I was going to celebrate 60.
Now i just feel flat.

This one night I sit all alone,
While Martie my love was at another home.
She’s taking care of kids while their parents were away.

Now I get to call her and tell her about the end of this day.

It is now past 12  and yesterday is done.
It was supposed to be the  start of a special day.
and now my happy thoughts have gone away.

I don’t feel sixty
and I feel real sad, I feel very empty,
let’s face the facts,
 I feel really bad!

My heart is so heavy for Eli’s mother  Sarah.
 and His Grandmother too.
Not meaning too leave out any others not mentioned.
remember
I am home alone and I do not know what to do.

Little Eli just Died
And so, I just cried

Tomorrow will come
I will be sixty,
Wow! who gives a rip?
when the day. is over and on to 61
tougher Yet
Little Baby Eli is gone.

What do we have to know,
what do we have to do.
What can we all do to help each other
 make it through.
“The worst week in our life”

What now can I say?
except that for sure I know
Little Eli is watching from above
On all of us here below.

There is only  one more thing to say
 that in my life,
This was.... my toughest day.

For me to always remember a little boy
with laughter and joy.
I promise: I will always try
To never ever forget,
Little Eli


PS:
So make sure you take the time
to enjoy your life,
because even at sixty
you see that it can end ....
 so quickly.

I wrote this Poem the night I heard Little Eli' died.
These are the thoughts that I had, while sitting in front of
the stupid television, I was, you  might say
in shock or complete disbelief
of what I had heard over the phone.
I Have not changed anything other than punctuation
and a a few spelling errors.

I have never cried that hard in my entire life.

The more I typed the harder I cried,
It took me a few days for me to even come back and reread it
I decided to leave it as it was, I did not know how to make it better.

One thing for sure
I believe that when someone passes on the best thing you can do is
look at pictures, write something even if it does not make sense,
cry, then look at some more pictures and cry a little more.
Talk to your friends and even people you do not know,

You will be surprised at how much comfort you receive,

Even from people you have never met before or talked with.

My week was as bad as it gets but I feel that it helped me
a whole bunch and everyone should try to do something similiar.
I do not feel good about a baby or anyone dying at any age.

But we are on this planet a short time.

Like blowing a bubble it drifts through the air
and moments later it bursts

That is how long our lives are on this Planet we call Earth.
In the so called spectrum of time, we are here not much
longer than it takes to snap your finger.