I AM HIS VOICE

I sit in the PICU as Caden sleeps.  This is after watching him scream in pain due to his fourth surgery in less than three weeks. All I can think is how no one understands his wants and needs because he can not speak.

I wrote this poem for those who are their child's voice.  

I AM HIS VOICE

I search his eyes to find his thoughts;

To understand his needs. 

I  am his voice.

I have no choice.

My son depends on me.

I watch him scream to know his pain;

To understand his fears.

I am his voice.

I have no choice.
My son, he needs me here.

A child trapped within himself;

A body broke and weak.
I am his voice.
I have no choice.
My son, he can not speak.

Although he does not say a word,
I know his hopes and dreams.
I am his voice.
This is my choice.
My son is the world to me.