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My Son

Even though the skies are blue, my whole world has turned grey, I have the voice but I can’t find the words to say, seeing you struggle has left me in a panic & fear, I try to hold it in but my face is drowned by tears, your little hands clinched as your pain is growing, I wish I had the answers & it kills me that I’m not knowing, you’re strong & you are pulling through, just remember daddy’s here & that I love you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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