July 2nd, 1995

I SIT HERE ALL ALONE
DEEP IN MY OWN SELF PITY.
THINKING HOW IT SHOULD'VE BEEN
FORGETTING HOW IT MUST BE

WHY MUST I FEEL THIS PAIN?
WHAT IS IT I HAVE DONE?
WHEN DOES LIFE BECOME SIMPLE?
WHEN DOES IT BECOME FUN?

I CAN STILL SEE YOUR FACE,
YOUR TINY TOES AND FINGERS.
EVEN THOUGH OUR TIME WAS SHORT
YOUR MEMORY SHALL ALWAYS LINGER.

FOR SEVEN MONTHS,
YOU LIVED AND GREW.
THE ENDING TO THIS STORY,
NOBODY KNEW.

I HAD HOPES AND DREAMS
FOR YOU, MY LITTLE ONE.
FOR YOU, THERE WAS NOTHING
I WOULD NOT HAVE DONE.

I'LL BE THANKFUL, ALWAYS,
FOR WHAT I'VE GOT.
BUT TO FORGET WHAT I'VE LOST,
I SHALL NOT.

REST EASY AND IN PEACE,
MY BABY BOY.
YOU'LL ALWAYS REMAIN
MY BUNDLE OF JOY.


NOT TO BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

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