There's nothing I can do but sit and wait;
wait for a solution to this disastrous accident.
The tears will fall from my sore, red eyes no longer.

I can't concentrate properly.
The only thing I can think about is my darling baby, lying in there,
suffering on this cold, wintry night.

It's all my fault; I should have been watching him.
My little boy's in there fighting for his life,
and yet I'm not allowed to see him,
not able to hold his hand, and to reassure him that everything's going to be fine.

All those precious memories: the day he was born and I held him in my arms,
his first birthday, first word, first step...
He couldn't be more perfect, the little star of my life.
I picture his innocent face, smiling back at me.

But just as I think about the most recent memory,
when I stood outside the shop, staring at the road,
screaming as a car knocks down my toddler...
his heart beat stops in the hospital ward.

Suddenly I'm left with a lifetime of memories, and a lifeless three year old.

The sparkle fades from his brown eyes and the clock outside strikes midnight.
Finally, I get to say goodbye to my beloved
son.