I often bring my baby flowers, and ponder on what kind of mother I would have been. But I know that I would have been just great, my little boy would have grown up surrounded with love. The beauty of his childhood stolen, I will never see the man he would have been in life. I would have taught him all that I know, but would let him free to fly with his own wings and mind. When he crashed I would always be there, to pick up all the broken pieces and say, ‘be strong.’ Yes, I would have been a good mother, to this sweet little boy who never saw the blue sky.