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This is a Mother's thoughts after the death of a child. |
Since My Sons Death, I Wait: Things are different now. I no longer believe that the world Is a forgiving place. Good luck is only An empty notion That innocents wish upon. Life is what we have. For how long it is ours, we do not know. I talk to myself now, out loud. I no longer worry, That someone will see. In the dark, I speak to Andy. I do not hear, His reply but I wait. |