so many days it's been
Started as hours
Began as just moments
They fleeted by, even though it felt still.
In these moments
You were all I could think of
You're now on the back
Out of my sight I'm Out of my mind
All I want to hold is You
You're little fingers and those baby. toes.
You're little face in mine with those cheeks I could die
My gut wrenches inside
My eyes are weak, I'm hanging on
Every part of my body waits for u
I'm praying Our God
He hears and is here with us
It's not too late or too soon
God is awake He is able
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Author:
krystal (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My son is with custody if his father.
- Category: Love
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