Stop all this sorrow my dear,
There's much we have to do.
Stop all this sorrow my dear,
There's family here who adores you.
Please my love dry your eyes,
Our lives have only just begun.
Please my love dry your eyes,
Our future holds much fun.
Think my love of growing older,
How we cried at each kid's wedding.
Think my love of growing older,
How we attended every birth setting.
Imagine how proud we'll be sweetheart,
When we pass on our story of pain.
Imagine how proud we'll be sweetheart,
When we pass on our story they'll gain.
Stop all this madness my husband,
The best part hasn't happened yet.
Stop all this madness my husband,
The future holds greatness, it's set.
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*To my husband, I know depression can be overbearing but I PROMISE it will pass, you have me and our two children that love you and will ALWAYS be here for you.*
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Author:
Dakotah Lavender (
Offline) - Published: March 24th, 2017 19:36
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Yeah I too get depression, it is just something that takes over you. Unfortunately a person with depression can be happy one day and want to die the next. It gets that way with me, mostly when I'm away from my family, working.
I can't imagine the pain you're enduring, my sincere condolences to you.
I have not known depression but your heart-tugging poem brings it home to me how difficult it is. I wish so much that all is overcome for you and your family.
Thank you, your words are appreciated.
Good emotive write, may yours and your husbands days come to be filled with light.
Thank you, we are doing the best we can for our children.
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