Monday, August 12, 2013

Baby Mia

There is no fight left in your frail body The light is far gone from your eyes There is no warmth All hope is lost So soon...you're gone I see the tears run down Your mother's face See the clenched fist Your father makes And, if disappearing could solve This mess Your memory would no longer exist So they cry and cradle One another The way they would've done If you... They sigh and sigh Their world has been shattered But nothing... nothing could bring them back you.

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