Baby loss bereaved (Remove filter)
The Seed
It's there forever in your heart.
A tiny seed of joy.
Your hopes and dreams
and plans and schemes.
A future gone so fast.
Stolen, taken, empty now.
An ocean of tears to sail.
A storm inside with crashing waves,
Tossed and turned
and crashed and burned.
Heart forever broken.
Time will heal, it's no big deal.
6 years on it's still the same....
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:28 pm
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