Empty Cradle
I STILL MISS YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE
ONE OF MINE
I STILL MISS YOU WHEN THE SUN
BEGINS TO SHINE
HOW YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED
TO RUN AND PLAY
THESE WERE MY DREAMS
JUST YESTERDAY.
THE LITTLE CLOTHES
I LONGED TO FILL
ARE HANGING IN THE CLOSET
-STILL.
THE LITTLE HANDS I LONGED
TO TOUCH
MY LITTLE ONE
I LOVED SO MUCH.
AND THEN, THE SUN BEGINS
TO SET
BUT MY DREAMING ISN'T FINISHED
YET.
SO, I CRADLE YOU WITHIN MY HEART
FOR THERE, WE'LL NEVER
BE APART.
Copyright © Mary Benim | Year Posted 2010
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