I know. I am supposed to be a tough farmer, but, I guess I am really not. I write a lot-I think it is how I cope sometimes, especially when things just don't make a lot of sense to me. and, so, I just wrote this. I'm So Sorry (for Clarice's baby goat-boy 5/16/2014-5/18/2014) I was excited, so happy to see, Your Mom getting bigger, and more snugly with me. I knew one day soon, you would enter this world. A boy would be fine, though I hoped for a girl. I had no idea, it would be that same day, Or I would have been with her, and you might be okay. I just did not know, You'd be born on that day, I thought that your birth was a few days away. But your mom was so quiet, and I did not know, That she was in trouble, Your birth way too slow. When I heard on the speaker, a strange tiny sound, Your Mom almost silent, as she pushed and laid down. I ran to the barn, and could tell right away, Your position was bad-can't be born in that way. I helped to give birth, but was not fast enough, I tried and I hurried, but your birth was too rough. You'd been stuck for so long, that I thought you were dead, When you suddenly gasped, and moved your small head. I worked really hard, and I could not believe, When I FINALLY saw you begin to breathe. It had been way too long, and I knew things looked bad, And I worked on you, and your mom was so very sad. She knew it was wrong, yeah your mom she could tell, When you could not get up, make a noise, or breathe well. She tried and she pleaded for you to get up. But I had not been there, for your birth soon enough. And so, little baby, I want you to know, Your Mommy still cries, cuz she misses you so. I'm sorry there was not anymore I could do, I did all I could, to try and save you. I hope you felt love, in your brief time on Earth, I'm so sorry I failed you, and your mom at your birth.