THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD OF MINE
THE SMILE YOU PUT ON MY FACE
Feeling you move inside my wound
The smile you put on my face
Listening to your heartbeat
The beautiful child of mine
Born breeched and preemie
Hearing your first cry
For the first time looking into your eyes
The beautiful child of mine
Watching you grow
Taking your first steps
Saying your first words
The beautiful child of mine
Now that you’re older
Independent and strong
But still call on mommy
The beautiful child of mine
No matter where you go
Mommy will be there
No matter what you do
Mommy will be there
The beautiful child of mine
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Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
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