thankfull

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    thankfull

    Even though the one thing i should be thankfull for is her. The only thing im thankfull for is my heart cant live without her.Giving is a reality i will always fear because of the day the dredfull words i had to hear. will i ever be thankfull for anything again, will my heart be able to ever mend will i give you a hug any time soon and will i ever hear your voice calling me mom.thanks for loving me every moment of every second we spend apart, but giving you away is what really killed my heart. Never giving me a second chance really to be there, but im thankfull for your daddy always being here.Them taking you away im not thankfull for but giving myself time to heal will take forever more. Thanks for being born and giving me your heart thanks for giving me the oportunity to carry you first growing deep inside my belly. Thanks for giving me that first beat that first kick that first cry, thank you for your first little smile and your baby face eyes.And even though the one thing i should be thankfull for is her, the only thing im thankfull for my heart will never live without her .

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    mysticpoet commented on thankfull

    12-23-2008

    Very nice. It made me want to cry.

    juice commented on thankfull

    12-14-2008

    wow, talk about impact! good job.

    kenparme commented on thankfull

    12-02-2008

    This is a beautiful expression of your feelings-my heart goes out to you.

    SAYANDSEE commented on thankfull

    12-02-2008

    I SEE A LOT OF PAIN IN YOUR WRITINGS. MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU. I PRAY YOUR LIFE IS DIRECTED TO A DAY WHEN LOVE IS ALL YOU SEE, A DAY WHEN HAPPINESS COMES BACK TO YOU. I IMPLORE YOU TO KEEP LOOKING FOR THAT DAY.

    zay commented on thankfull

    12-01-2008

    That is beautiful....It made me hold my boys tight....keep writing!!!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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