someday

Your mother was no wife,
when she had brought you to life,
She was ready to fight,
for what she had known was right.

Although young and unprepared,
her body gladly shared,
Otherwise alone,
on her heart you had grown.

She hadn't know how her heart would ache,
how her heart would break,
When you were born,
only to be from her arms torn.

She is left only with internal strife,
from your short little life,
Tears got her shirt drenched,
when your little fingers clenched.

For your life she had planned,
on holding that little hand,
What was once her dream,
Now makes her on the inside scream.

Now she is broken,
because of all the I love yous unspoken,
Left only to tears,
because of future empty years.

Everyday she prays,
to see you someday,
To see you,
Is all anymore she wants to do.

My son died on May 9th 2007, after being born ony 4 hours before, he was born 4 months premature.

by thegurlat410
posted on 06/01/2007