I went to Seattle a few weeks ago to see my sons, Brayden and Grayson. While I was there, I was pleasantly surprised to see a poem I had written in 2002 just days after Brayden was born framed and perched on his dresser. I offer that poem here, since I had forgotten all about it. I thank my ex wife, Samantha, for preserving it.

In reading this, my mind travels back in time almost immediately to those moments and days after Brayden was born that inspired it.

Brayden’s Poem
I saw you smile this morning,
Your face glowed, beamed, eyes closed,
An angel was in your ear,
Whispering…

I could see God in your eyes,
Loving, pure, softly caressing you…
Never have I been so proud…
My child is an angel…
Your little breath brings me peace…
I know why I am here,
I know my purpose,
And I have no fear.
You are everything I wish I was,
You will be everything I wanted to be.
You are every good thing your mother is,
You represent all that is good in me.
You have your mother’s eyes,
Caring, kind, sincere…
Never have I seen such a mother’s love…
Your mother is an angel…
I listened to you breathe tonight,
Holding my cheek, pausing against your lips…
My little angel spoke to me…
Whispering…
Travis James
12/7/2002

Children are a blessing.