Life Without Love To Give
How bad is a life.
Without love to give?
Well I say to myself,
That's a horrible life to live,
When I wake up every night crying to hear,
That one little voice,
That brings me to tear up,
You were not all mine,
But I hurt
When you felt one once of pain.
One Night of sickness,
That horrible strain,
You were my morning and night star,
I cry when they say your name,
I die inside when I stand beside
that babies grave,
I think of him always.
Mommy Never forgot you,
Nor will I ever stop loving you
My Son.
Copyright © Kristina Gilpin | Year Posted 2011
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