DAWSON

Dawson Evan Myskey

This poem is written by my mom.

 

My Blue Eyed Angel

My baby boy with eyes so blue

No one can know how much I miss you

As I lie in bed awake at night

I wonder how I can win this fight

This fight of heartache, depression, and tears

Because God only gave us two beautiful years

I wish our time together could have been longer

But the time he gave us made me stronger

I close my eyes and see your face

And yearn so deeply for my little man's embrace

I wish so deeply to be with you

And one day god will call me home to

Mommy promises to hold you again

But until I can get there I promise to love you forever and always- AMEN

 

 
My name is Cynthia and I am from Oklahoma. And this is the story about my very special little boy who I call my blue eyed angel. We had a hard time from the beginning with Dawson. He was 3 months premature and he only weighed 1 pound and 14 ounces. He had to stay in the hospital for 3 months but was able to come home with us on his due date. He did not have any problems and was very healthy from then on. He was born on September 5th 2003. On April the 3rd of 2005 we thought it would be just any regular day. We woke up and began our daily routine. We ate breakfast and then went out to play. Dawson's cousins came over that day and they all played outside together as we watched. At about 2:30 pm that day Dawson started getting very cranky. I didn't think nothing of this because usually if he's tired and ready for a nap he begins to get cranky. So I brought him into the house and got him a sippy cup of milk and began putting him down for a nap. He fell asleep and so I put him in his bed. He didn't sleep for 15 minutes and then he woke up crying for me. I went to get him and noticed that he had the chills and was shaking uncontrollably. He didn't even feel as if he had fever. I gave him some meds anyways and after about 20 minutes he was ready for his daddy to take him back outside to play.  So we went on about the day as usual and didn't suspect anything but a bug. Again around 6:30 pm he began to vomit a little and acted like he was feeling bad again. He didn't have fever at the time but around 8:00 pm he began to run fever again but when it hit at this time it had went all the way to 105.2 degrees. I rubbed him down with a cool cloth and then got him dressed and rushed him straight to the ER.  They were non compliant and so I had him flown out. When he arrived at the other hospital they had to put him into the PICU and they told us that he only had a 20% chance to even make it. It was the most devastating news that I had ever received.  How can someone still be standing after news like that. All I could think was how will I make it with out my boy and how will he be without me? He was such a mamas boy. Dawson went through allot of ups and downs during his stay at the hospital but I couldn't bring myself to leave his side. I sat beside him and sang him his favorite son, "The Itsy Bitsy Spider."  They told us if he would have made it that he would loose his feet and some fingers. And also that he probably would be mental retarded. Dawson was a fighter through his whole life, and he never gave up until that day. He decided that he was to tired of fighting to hold on after seven straight days. After I kissed him and told him that mommy didn't want to see him hurt anymore and that I loved him, and that if he was to tired he didn't have to hold on for me or anyone else anymore. A couple of minutes went by and then his heart rate started dropping and so did his blood pressure. At that moment I new that he was going to be with GOD. Dawson died on April 11th , his daddy's birthday. I felt like my world had ended and that my heart had been ripped out of my chest and I was left there to die.  I was a stay at home mom and the hardest part is to get up every morning and not have him there to do our daily routine or eat breakfast with. I know that he is in a better place and I thank God for not letting him suffer through life.  I wrote a poem to my baby a couple of days later and here it is:
 
                                                

 

 

Dedicated to the memory of Dawson by his mommy.

 

You'll Be There - George Strait

Hope is an anchor and love is a ship
Time is the ocean and life is a trip
You don't know where you're goin'
'Til you know where your at
And if you can't read the stars
Well, you'd better have a map
A compus and a conscious
So you don't get lost at sea
Lonesome old lonely island
Where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation
I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores
And sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us
To the waves and the wind
To the beaches in a world
Where we've have never been
And we'll climb upon the mountain y'all
We'll let our voices ring
And those who've never tried it
They'll be the first to sing

Oh, my, my
I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometime it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I want to go
The streets are gold 'cause you'll be there
Oh, my, my

You don't bring nothin' with you here
And you can't take nothin' back
I ain't never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
So I've torn my knees a-prayin'
Scared my back from fallin' down
Spent so much time flyin' high
'Til I'm face first in the ground
So if you're up there watchin' me
Would you talk to God and say
Tell him I might need a hand
To see you both someday

Oh, my, my
So, I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it may be a long hard ride
But I want to take it
Sometime it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I want to go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my