Painfully Broken When all the world is looming dark I watch my reflection being mirrored In the stained glass and See that my heart
Still the black bottles of grief are there to collect my tears silently as I cry myself to sleep most nights, some days I cry
They say that time heals all wounds, and that as time goes on the pain lessens. But does it? I had to sit down and
She boxed her grief in a big box then in a medium box then in a small box then into a tiny box. She
My dearest little Sebastian-David, It has been ten months now since you departed this world in a dignified manner. Ten months of aching for you.
For 273 days equivalent to 6,552 hours, 393,120 minutes and 23,587,200 seconds I carried you in my womb. It sounds like a lot when you