BRENDAN One day old, he was called Brendan
Three days time, he was brought home.
Smiles were seen upon their faces.
Joy and laughter filled their homes.
Two months passed, Brendan said yes
Two months time that is all he had.
Who knew he was sick
Who knew he was in pain
The third month came,
Brendan already was rushing.
He started to crawl,
And soon enough he could walk.
But no one knew he was sick
No one knew he was in pain
Brendan’s final month came rushing in like a tide wave
Brendan’s final goodbye, yet no one knew.
Not family, nor his loved ones.
He looked at them, unable to describe his feelings
He looked at them, and started to shriek
Mummy and daddy started singing
Brendan’s eyes filled with so many tears
His only wish was if he could speak
His only wish was being able to live
His only wish was never to say goodbye
But his wish were not granted
His wish were not fulfilled
At his final moment
At his final blow
He said,
MUMMY DADDY I LOVE YOU!
And within a split second Brendan was gone.
