Eye of the Tiger Cub

Those who know the eye of tiger
Will think of a muscly boxer,
But i think of eye of the tiger cub,
And the hospital and the doctor.

Hirschsprung disease has its clutch,
Around cub's little paws,
It's symptoms wear him down 
They scratch and squeeze and gnaw.

1 in 5000 get dealt this hand,
My baby is that one,
But he is still my beautiful boy,
My soldier of a son.

Swollen belly and tummy pains,
Make it hard for him to eat,
Difficulty in everyday functions
But he will not be beat.

I know that it's tiring but don't fret,
Mommy's right here little man,
You're doing me and daddy both so proud,
For we know that you're fighting the best that you can.

Your fragile bones and little heart,
And organs are yet to strengthen,
But this is not the end my love,
Your life has years to lengthen.

We wish that we could bring you home,
But for now you're safer here,
But don't you dare give up,
Our home awaits you patiently my dear. 

I know that you are tired my love,
So rest your dark brown eyes,
When you are ready we'll take you to see
The wonders that lay outside. 

Your life has been a series 
Of checks and procedures and scans,
But through every one we're here
Waiting with loving hands.

Your button nose is yet to smell
Scents savoury and sweet,
Your skin the feel of rain drops
And your tongue the taste of treats.

We are hurting my child,
But for you we're being strong,
Your strength is rubbing off on us
Everywhere you go we'll come along.

I'm sorry that you're suffering,
If I could have one wish come true,
I'd pray and hope and ask
To take this pain and discomfort away from you.

So come now little tiger cub,
Come cuddle up with me,
You have come so far
On this road to recovery.

I want you to know how brave you are,
You're coming on leaps and bounds,
There is much for you to hear and see,
Such wonderful sights and sounds.

I can't wait for your first birthday,
And all the birthdays after that yet to come,
If I have ever achieved anything in this life
The best, by far, is being your mom.