A Mother
A mother holds her son for the first time,
And for once she feels whole.
To look in to those beautiful eyes,
As blue as the morning skies.
For once she can only see,
The one that used to be.
Cradled in her loving arms,
The one that meant no harm.
The one that is gone away,
She prays will return someday.
And in her heart there is a void,
That can not be destroyed.
For once a child is gone,
The time seems to drag along.
She says a simple prayer,
One she will not waiver,
That her child will one day see,
How she longed to be,
The one to comfort and hold,
the child that was once stole!
And for once she feels whole.
To look in to those beautiful eyes,
As blue as the morning skies.
For once she can only see,
The one that used to be.
Cradled in her loving arms,
The one that meant no harm.
The one that is gone away,
She prays will return someday.
And in her heart there is a void,
That can not be destroyed.
For once a child is gone,
The time seems to drag along.
She says a simple prayer,
One she will not waiver,
That her child will one day see,
How she longed to be,
The one to comfort and hold,
the child that was once stole!
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