Missing your children (even when still alive) is a painful time. This Mother's Day I don't get to see them, instead another woman gets to spend time with them. This cuts deep.
It was a choice One I was forced to make But the pain is real So very real Once a year Only that and nothing more Each November More precious than the last Each birthday Harder to live with than the last My arms remain empty My ears void of your laughter My sight limited... Continue Reading →
It's my love for you That clouds my vision It's my love for you That gives me patience It's my life That I'll always share It's my life That you complete It's our children That links us together It's our children That will carry us in their hearts It is you and I That walk... Continue Reading →