The turbulent waves rush in and out, taking with it, each crashing blow, a bit of my heart as a bit of her goes. fading, dimming, the light of my world , i helplessly watch as the inevitable unfurls . day in and day out things change on a dime, silent and vacant in one moment, full of life the next time. i look into her eyes for its there that i see, weather or not its mother looking back at me. the child is she the mother am I , we traded places , swallowing hard, please dont cry. i cant let her see the pain that i feel, from missing my mommy that the stroke doth steal. I pray for miracles, and Gods healing grace, to restore the mother that belongs to her face. All i want Dear God for Christmas is Mommy to be whole. thank you. in the name of all names Janie Rose
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:46:11 +0000
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