A lock of hair,a baby tooth
A shirt you wore when you were two.
A card you made, a ball you threw,
Is that all I’ve left of you?
I close my eyes and wipe a tear,
For all we’ve lost, the time, the years.
I see your smile, your voice comes through.
I search for any thought of you.
I see him here, his arms enfold,
The part of me that’s left to hold.
And suddenly, I see it’s true,
You left to him, a part of you.
beebeesworld 
My Inner Chick said,
August 27, 2012 @ 8:20 pm
Oooooohh, My Heart.
Moving. Beautiful. Sad.
Thinking of you today. Xx
beebeesworld said,
August 27, 2012 @ 9:39 pm
Thank you for your kind comments. I am now following your blog. beebeesworld
beebeesworld said,
August 27, 2012 @ 10:02 pm
Thank you, there isn’t even a word for someone who has lost a child…not a widow, a widower,orphan…there simply are no words to describe the pain. beebee