tailsdollcreator

My arms are weighted with her space, a heaviness that won't compare-- her toes, her smile, her tiny face, and the imagined white-blonde hair; forgive this mother's grief for stolen dreams and let alone these tears that stream. Forgive this mother's grief, forgive this mother's grief, remember things aren't always what they seem. I know it's wrong to yearn for them, but those moments when you despair would give to me what was unsent-- a life of burdens I wish I could wear. Forgive this jealous heart that wants to share the grumpy shouts, the unmade beds you bear. Forgive this jealous heart, forgive this jealous heart, remember it's 'bout her,