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| The Torment of Her Death Last night I cried so much I cried as if I had just come home from the hospital But that was six months ago My heart ached so much I didn't know what to do I had no idea what was happening all over again The cry was stuck inside of me yet still pouring out It was the middle of the night I wanted to yell, scream out and shout! I am not sure if it was a dream or a waking vision I saw myself get out of bed And go to MIRACLEs bassinet I picked her up to quiet her cries I began to sing to her And kissed her between each line When she was quiet reality reared again I woke up to find myself crying Empty arms I felt ©MIRAs Mommy Kahlilia |
| I Will Never Get Over She will never breathe this side of earth She will never see the sunrise She will never rollover, sit up, crawl or walk She will never drink a bottle or eat her first finger food She will never coo, smile or laugh She will never say her first word or tell an embarrassing secret She will never hit those terrible twos or treacherous threes She will never say the alphabet or count 1, 2, 3 She will never write her letters backward or learn how to spell She will never graduate from kindergarten or even carry her lunch to school So you tell me how am I supposed to get over that? I lost the hopes and dreams of our future She will never go to middle school or have her first sleep over She will never go to junior ring dance or senior prom She will never graduate from high school or have her first date She wont graduate from college or get a place of her own She will never get married and have grandchildren for me We will never be as close as a mother and daughter should be Do you still think I’ll get over it? Let me tell you again that I never will I will never get over… I’ll simply get through. ©MIRAs Mommy Kahlilia |
| Bittersweet Hugs Going back to work is hard I was gone for six months At times I thought of their little faces They were the last I wanted to see Then one day I missed them I decided to go and visit Now that I am here full-time The emotions go back and forth I will never feel MIRACLEs arms wrap around me All I have is the memory of her finger wrapped around mine But the children's little arms wrapped tight around me Remind me of my daughter and its sort of bittersweet ©MIRAs Mommy Kahlilia |
| Six Months Ago… Six months ago I held you in my arms. I knew it would be the last time I would hold your skin next to mine. I must have kissed you a million times, Told you I love you a million more. I never got to hear you cry. I never got to see you smile. Your eyes never opened and sparkled to see your mother for the first time You should be sitting up by now. Making all sorts of sounds. You would have already learned to roll over. You would have already been eating baby food. You may even be crawling by now. Its six months after your birth, And those things I will never have the joy of seeing you do. You had to leave this often bitter earth. I had to stay and face the days without my one true love. You died the very same day you were born. A tragedy no one should ever face. I never imagined growing up as a little girl and playing with dolls, That when I had my own child she would ever die before me. This is a pain no one could ever begin to imagine. Its a pain that will hurt forever. Yes, my broken heart may mend in time, But time will never be able to take away the scars. I am afraid the scars never disappear from a mothers heart. They will remain with her as long as she lives and beyond. The reason they do not disappear is simple. A Mothers bond with her child goes deeper than any ocean and wider than any sea. And the strength of ten-thousand storms could never tear her memory from me. ©MIRAs Mommy Kahlilia |
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