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A Mothers Grief

The tears that I have cried today, Are less than the day before. Fewer than the previous week, And I'll be shedding more. My tears, they come From grief, You see. For I am very sad, I've lost my oldest son, and now It it all keeps going bad. My son was taken way too soon I really wish he'd stayed To add to all the memories that we could have ever made. I won't get to see him get married, Or to truly fall in love, Or to hear his own child call him dad And look at him with pure love. My heart has broken open, And has spilled out on the floor Shattered in a hundred pieces, A thousand, or maybe even more I feel like I am dying From this pain I feel inside I am feeling broken, Since the day my baby died. Its gotten hard to function, To get through each new day, I don't know how I'll get through it, But I gotta find a way The emptiness I feel inside Is a hole I'll never fill My son would want me To go on, and so for him, I will. 12/20/2019

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Date: 1/19/2020 7:00:00 PM
Oh Dear I cried for you what a beautiful poem. You wrote what I am feeling every minute of every day since we lost our eldest son too on the 27th Dec 2018 after 5 years of palliative care and our grandson's 12th Birthday. I find it hard to comprehend that I am still here at 82 and he isn't. I have put two poems on poetry soup about this. Your last verse was so true both our sons would want us to go on with our lives until we meet again in a different dimension They know we love them Take care
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Mary Taylor
Date: 1/24/2020 8:29:00 AM
My son, forever 27, left to go home in Nov, 2019. There are still so many ways he shows me he's near. We as mothers have a bond with our children that begins long before birth and lasts past death. You can ask for a specific sign from them, and then watch for it. My son was very musically inclined, now he speaks to me through music.

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