There is a pain that no mother should have.
Its the pain of a lost child. How long will it last?
As she wakes up in the middle of the night crying.
Each tear she sheds is a sign of her broken heart.
Trying to find some comfort for a lost soul.
Sunday
My Boys
Sticky fingers, dirty face rugs and pillows out of place. Cars and tractors here and there, blocks and boats everywhere. Gold and silver have I none, but worth a million are my sons.
