by Linda Harris Freeman Reed Mcclellan Lee

Created on: October 22, 2009

My heartaches for my lost ones, my soul cries out day and night, my heart bleeds inside and out. Day in and day out i mourn my babies such a precious lost, a touch i never felt, a kiss i never gave, yet in my heart they hold such a special place. I have pitty upon myself, sorrow like no other, people think that i'm crazed because i miss them so dearly, and I never seen their face. Yet my babies grew inside,I carried them with much pride. Yes, I admit I know their gone, so easy for u to look me in the eye and say move on. Flesh of my flesh, bones of my bones, blood... my blood, my babies their gone, weaken me for they were my destiny.

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