I.dream.of.Ellen.Hickle
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My sister had a rough time with her last kid. She had 3 babies die shortly after birth. I wrote this after one of those babies. I have never showed her this.
His last breath was cold,
Only three day's old,
The life that he lived -
Was something to be admired.
So I scream die?
Stop child of mine,
I'm holding on to -
all the waves that crash before us.
So I scream die?
Why can't it be my life?
I've lived enough-
Why can't it be his turn.
The thoughts began to fade,
His life had slipped away,
I fell to the floor-
Screaming out in pain.
I screamed die?
The love I had inside-
Will be here with me,
When I think of you.
His last breath was cold,
Only three day's old,
The life that he lived -
Was something to be admired.
So I scream die?
Stop child of mine,
I'm holding on to -
all the waves that crash before us.
So I scream die?
Why can't it be my life?
I've lived enough-
Why can't it be his turn.
The thoughts began to fade,
His life had slipped away,
I fell to the floor-
Screaming out in pain.
I screamed die?
The love I had inside-
Will be here with me,
When I think of you.