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| If I Could Take If I could take a minute out of each and everyday, To hold my child close to my heart and kiss her fears away. If I could take a minute out of each and every week, To play with blocks and peek-a-boo, tag or hide and seek. If I could take a minute of any span of time, I'd never waste a second of the pleasures that were mine. If she could crawl upon my knee and lay her sleepy head, Upon my shoulder tenderly and dream of gingerbread. I'd spend my time in total bliss and watch my small daughter grow, From babyhood to childhood, knowing all there is to know. If I could stop my aching heart and put my mind asleep, If I could stop the flow of tears that are always on my cheek. I only need a minute, Lord, I know she's safe with you, But there's something real important that I had no time to do. If you could do it for me Lord, here's a message she should know, Tell her that I love her, then I'll let her go. -Author Unknown- |
| The Mask It doesn't fit me very well, But it matters not, you see. Because most people do not want To see the real me. It's much too painful for them, So they avert their eyes. Their platitudes are only words, That I've come to despise. They can't bear to confront it, They don't know what to say. They think if I ignore it, The pain will go away. But I cannot ignore it, It is too deep and real. And those who've never lived it, Just don't know how I feel. Noone wants to face it, When a baby dies. They quickly try to hush, A grieving mother's cries. They say I should be moving on, They don't know what they ask. So, to spare their feelings, I put on the mask. -Gwen Flowers- |
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