Looking at the raindrops
Out of the window I see
Oh what is about to happen
Why does it need to be me.
I need to prepare
For the birth of my gorgeous son
A precious little boy
I won’t see turn one
I hold you in my arms
And think of the shattered dreams
A life time of memories gone
oh what you could have been.
I hold those precious moments
Close to my aching heart
I am still looking at the raindrops
Waiting for the healing to start.
They tell me it will take time
To deal with such a loss
No time will erase these emotions
This stone will gather moss.
As time has stood still
And out of the window
I see The raindrops are still falling
Or are they the teardrops within me.
Rita
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