I see you weep, I see you in pain,
I see you upset it upsets me too.
Day by day as you grow worse,
I die inside, as you get hurt.
I wish that I could help you now,
And save you, but I don’t know how.
So we’ll hold hands, in pain forever,
Until the day we die together.
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Sweet Collection Of Sympathy Poems
From Buddy With Love.
I pray to you daddy every night,
I pray to you daddy with all of my might,
Im down on my knees daddy, and Im begging for you
You showed me right and wrong, good and bad,
now all I need daddy is for you to teach me love from hate,
smiles from tears, and sadness from happiness.
Daddy I need to stop crying and I need to start smiling.
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Nice Collection Of Sympathy Poems From Buddy With Love.
In the morning,
I scared to open my eyes,
I dont wanna see,
Another day of sadness,
A day of fear.
All alone.
Another day of confusion,
A day of tiredness.
All this pain that I feel,
And all this anger, is it going to stay
In the evening,
I Afraid of the nightmares.
my breathing stops.
All I can do is stay awake in the night.
Another night of crying,
A night of hiding,
Alone once again.
My heart feels empty,
And I can’t cry another tear.
Another day wasted on insecurity,
What is this feeling?
Is this ever going to end?
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Heart Touching Collection Of Sympathy Poems
From Buddy With Love.
Can any one tell me?
Do my baby grow up in heaven?
When we next meet, will he know me?
Will he be my son who died at three months, or a man?
Will I have the joy of being a mother to my son for all eternity?
He never got his first tooth, or said his first words.
No first shoes, no first birthday cake.
Will my son still be a baby when we meet again?
Will I be able to hold him, love him, sing song to him?
Will I be able to hold his tiny hand, or will it be a man’s hand?
Will I ever have the joy that only holding my son can bring?
I need to know! In heaven, is my baby still a baby?
Do my baby grow up in heaven?
I am a mother
though not like you.
You have your sweet baby in your arms,
Mine are empty,
but I hold him in my heart.
You brush her soft curly hair,
and tie pretty pink bows just right.
You pick daisies and tie them in a chain
to wear around her neck
I cut lilacs and arrange them in a vase to set at his grave.
You look forward to dreams and plans.
I hold on to memories.
I am a mother
though not like you.
