Once a year it just comes around
Once a year and it drags her down
Once a year she says a silent prayer
She was once a mother too
Once a year in the little gray church
Once a year a blessed candle lit
Once a year it hurts more than a bit
She was once a mother too
Once a year she holds the baby booties
Once a year snuggles that pink blanket
Once a year an image she can’t forget
She was once a mother too
Once a year she doesn’t get a card
Once a year no breakfast in bed
Once a year no dozen roses red
She was once a mother too
Once a year…but all year long
Once a year…it seems so wrong
Once a year…sings a mother’s song
She was once a mother too…
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Cryssa
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Kat
I can't imagine the grief of outliving your own child, unthinkable, unbearable...
Best wishes
Andrea
Hope she gets what she needs soon, mercy upon us all. I know the pain!
Love Cherrypie
read this. Like Christmas, Mother's Day triggers very mixed emotions for a lot of us. Those of us who haven't lost a child hold all thought of it as far away as we can manage. But we need to reach out to those who have. As you have done in this highly sensitive and exquisitely written poem. Beautifully, beautifully done, my friend. **********20********** stars!! [Albeit hard to see through tears.]
Love, Pea
Sheila
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and Love - Micke
In Spirit,
Bear
Georg
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Very nicely done with such a sensitive subject matter.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Hugs,
Marcia