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| Little White Leather Shoes and Easter Blues Here Comes Peter Cottontail But he wont be hopping down my bunny trail He wont stop to visit me because I am grown And I don't even have a child of my own The Easter Bunny was supposed to visit me this year He should have been here for the first time to bring some cheer My daughter would be too young to celebrate But when she was older I’d show her the pictures of this date I will never take those pictures you see She will never see the Easter Bunny and sit on his knee She and I have been robbed of creating those memories Aren't sweet babies supposed to be sent for these? There will never be a pretty little Easter bonnet No pretty little dress with ruffles on it Those little white leather shoes; not those either sorry Instead I will just sit here in sorrow crying the blues Written April 11, 2004 ©MIRAs Mommy Kahlilia |
| You Died Eight months ago you died So Eight months ago I cried Eight months later I still feel ill Eight months today I still have no will Its not fair that you are not here I wonder if I’ll ever see you again with so much fear You are my first and only child I had been so excited but now the pain is far from mild Knowing I must go on and live life without you Makes me hate every mornings early dew I miss you so much every second of each day My arms still ache to hold you and be your Mother In every way ©MIRAs Mommy Kahlilia |
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