1 year closer to Heaven…

Another year starts without seeing my baby.

She’s another year further away.

Another long year since i last held my baby.

Another year closer to ‘one day’…

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy birthday in Heaven…

Chain smoking and tears

is on my agenda for today.

Happy 16th birthday to my precious daughter.

I wish it was happy.

 

 

 

 

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I lie…

I tell the world that I’m ok,

a well placed smile hides my lie.

My pain is deeply locked away

till we’re alone, my grief and I.

It’s not myself that I’m deceiving,

to understand you’d have to know….

My childs death I’m always grieving,

my broken heart won’t let me go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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No matter what…

Baby.

You’re always in my thoughts,

no matter what I’m doing.

I feel you beside me sometimes…

In my wishes.

I hold tight to every single memory I have of you,

Such treasures.

I looked through our photo box yesterday.

Your face smiled up at me the whole time,

until I couldn’t bear it anymore…

I had to put the lid back on.

You.

I remember every freckle on your body

Your body that was so like mine.

I’m so sorry Bryer.

I still cry every day.

I cry for the life you lost.

I cry because I miss you – more than words can express.

I cry for you.

I have to believe I will see you again.

But, until that day comes,

you’ll always be in my thoughts, Baby.

No matter what I’m doing.

 

 

 

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Bereft…

I’ll never get over the day that you left.

A split second in time, caused a life long bereft…

Grief became my companion,

for the rest of my days.

Pain is my shadow,

walking with me,

always.

 

 

 

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Hell…

I’m living life

with half a heart.

Death broke my soul,

I’m torn apart…

My precious girl –

light in my eye,

forever lost,

one cold July.

I’m stuck in Hell,

yet still I breathe…

Condemned to wake each day

and grieve.

 

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Bryer.

Each morning brings the same heartbreak.

A nightmare that is lived awake.

Split second choice I once did make.

My daughter died from that mistake.

Three years of tears could fill a lake.

The strength you see is all a fake.

If it was them, their “life they’d take”.

But I’ll grow old…  For Bryers sake.

 

 

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