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You were my first joy, remember.. ??
The day you gave me my first grandchild was the happiest day of my life!
Someone said a mother’s job is done when her last child leaves home..
Someone never held a dying child in their arms..
Bringing you home with the hope that everything would get better..
Rushing you to the hospital in the ambulance..
Waking up to your coughs and aches..
Listening to you pass away by the minute..
And now, there is no one waiting to be cared for…
No one sipping coffee with me on these dry cold wintry nights anymore…
My dear child, the pain that I suffer today as I outlive you is unbearable..
But, I wouldn’t think less of any of the conversations we had over our the years..
I am broken into a thousand pieces,
But there is nothing more I would have wanted to do with life..
If I had to do anything different,
I don’t know what it should have been..
And if only what I write would take away my pain,
I would write forever my child………
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Originally composed on: 02/18/2007 12:44am