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One year ago On New Years Day I gave birth to him So tiny, so small, so fragile Yet strong with each and every touch To have him and not hold him Each minute of each hour, each day Such heartbreak to be home and not have him with me It's more than any mother can stand To not be able to sing him to sleep Having to give him a kiss good-bye Instead of one good-night Four ounces was all he needed Hope was all that I had, had Him in his lonely cradle Or clinging to someone not his mother His brother in his bed to sleep His father still at work, Seeing him every now and then And me lying restless, so empty in my bed Calling at one in the morning Just to see how his day had been Ten days of heartache and worry When will he ever come home So joyous the day when he came home And every day since then All those days of not being there Tore our bond apart But today, this day, it's stronger Much stronger than it had ever been. This poem was published in an anthology a few years ago. He is now 10 and we have a lot of problems, but we get though each and every one with a grain of salt knowing what could have been.
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