Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Always a Mother

I will never hold him close
Or rock him late at night
I will never comfort when he cries
Or feel his hand squeeze tight.

I will never watch him walk,
Smile, laugh, or play.
I will never hear him talk,
Or see him grow each day.

While you will never see me
With the child that might have been,
I will always be a mother
My baby is in heaven.

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