A Mothers Goodnight
Every night,
She holds onto the picture of her baby girl.
Hugging it to her chest,
Remembering just how good it felt to hold her.
Those beautiful baby blues,
Looking up at her.
She kisses her smiling face,
"I love you baby",
She whispers.
As she rests the picture against the urn.
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