A Longing Mother

What would your first words have been?
I guess we'll never know.
When would your first steps be taken?
It would have been a show.
God's robbed us of our time with you,
and only he knows why.
All we can do is sit and think,
and try our best not to cry.
We'll always have your memories,
but it will never be enough;
For we didn't get much time with you,
and living now is tough.
I know that you're still with me,
but that doesnt change the fact;
That every day I miss you plenty
and long to have you back.

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