Quietly I crept in

To behold a cherub sleeping

Dreaming like an angel

On a cloud all of his making

Baby scented pillows

Pooh bear blanket in his tiny clasp

It’s these distinct moments

I treasure and will forever grasp

Billows of tears fill my eyes

Knowing it’s only been three years

Since his birth, a great surprise

Yet I can’t hold back the tears

Twinkle, twinkle my little one

Your blue eyes light up my night

I love you to the moon and back

Soon things will be alright

I wonder what you’re doing

As you yawn and contently slumber

Are you singing with the angels

Drumming up a roaring thunder

Are you signing star and sharing

Your laughter or your prayers

Are you dreaming of tomorrow

So much to do through the coming years

May my love fill the holes

In your tiny heart

For you have filled my life

Thrown true love right off the chart

Who said you have to be of my womb

To love you as I do

Each day you are my miracle

Teaching me as I teach you

Sh! Go back to your little dreams

We’ll wipe the sleepies from your eyes

Tomorrow will come soon enough

So will brighter skies

© April 18, 2007  

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     Atrial septal defect, coloboma, patent ductus arteriosis, and Down syndrome are all just a small portion of the child’s medical records.  This bright eyed toddler faces heart repairs and his adoptive Mom cherishes each and every second of his life.  He may not be from her womb, but the love is astounding not only in this poem, but in their daily life.  Suzanne DeRemer Floyd shares the love of her son through this poem with the hope of touching others in similar circumstances. 

     Noah dances around the room singing and signing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”.  From his quick movements you’d never know he needed his holes closed up in his heart.

His thirst for life and laughter is catchy and inspiring to his family and the world around him.  His inner light shines through the rosy glow on his pudgy little cheeks.  He enthusiastically waves hello to everyone he meets. 

     Tomorrow pediatric cardiologists will be informing his parents of the choices to close his holes in his heart.  When faced with these decisions, Noah’s mom can only appreciate what is happening today. She states, “Tomorrow seems too far away.  So you grasp tightly onto moments of a slumbering baby hoping tomorrow brings a brighter future with it.  Noah doesn’t need to worry, his entire family worries and prays for him.  Heart catheterization or open heart surgery isn’t something you find yourself looking forward to.  You begin gathering information, hoping to meet other parents who have gone through the same experience.  You think of the days ahead, dreading the unknown, but knowing your child is counting on you no matter what is thrown on your plate. He is our teacher in many ways. He’s educated us, and given us insight into our own strengths and limitations.

He’s our special angel and our lives will never be the same because of him.”