You don't know how I feel, 

and I don't think you ever will.

I had held a blank slat of possibilities,

possibilities like first smile,

fist step,

1,564,000 step,

first book read,

first love,

true love.

All these possibilities and yet...

his eyes closed for the last time, 

they closed and they were empty

his blank slat had been completely covered over,

as if a sharpie had written on each square inch of it.

So you don't know how I feel. 

You never held your new born baby

and had him die right in front of you

and I hope you never do!