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Love

From the beginning I knew what was at stake, But it was a chance I had to take. He walked out because I refused to do the treatments like we talked about. He couldn’t stand to hang around and watch me slowly grow profound. The doctors told me to choose But you I couldn’t lose. You were growing inside Till the day I died. He’s not to blame. So many men would do the same. Holding this tiny duplicate of me in my arms, I just wanted be around to keep you safe form harm. I wouldn’t have traded the last three hours of this. So this is what love is! I’m fading fast! I knew this moment would not last. The doctors say I won’t make it through the night. I’m writing you this letter and counting down till everything fades out of sight. I cradle this miracle knowing I chose to go. The only regret is that I won’t be around to watch you grow. It was not your fault and beyond our control. I won’t get to hear you first word, Watch you first step, Be with you on your first of school. Or graduation day, And “ I love you mom” I’ll never hear you say, But that’s a price I chose to pay. You seem so bright you almost shine. You are the only legacy I leave behind. I hear you heart beat, Nothing has ever sounded so sweet. I want you to have what I didn’t like a childhood of your own, At a young age I was already grown. Now I have you to show for it And that’s all I need to know. I have never loved like this before I wish I could give you more. It’s the only gift I can give you. I’ll always be with you, step-by-step, day-by-day. Be all you can be. You are the best part of me. The people who will raise you are good and filled with love. One day I shall see you above But for now your life has just begun. No love can compare to mother and her son.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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