My Precious One
I love you more than anything.
You're the mot beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I'm so grateful for your life force,
and the fight you fought to be.
I hate the pain you feel;
the discomfort you constantly endure;
I can't imagine the agony
when you're as helpless as you are.
Every time you stiffen or arch;
every time your lip quivers;
every time I hear you gag;
I wish I could deliver.
My heart breaks
as you struggle.
My body aches,
trying to comfort you.
My poor baby,
my heart aches
through and through.
To watch you go from the brightest smile,
in an instant, to a wince and a shriek;
to see you twist and writhe in pain;
I feel so worthless and weak.
I hope for you, my precious one,
this misery will end soon.
I hope more than anything,
I can make it up to you.
February 1, 2000
You're the mot beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I'm so grateful for your life force,
and the fight you fought to be.
I hate the pain you feel;
the discomfort you constantly endure;
I can't imagine the agony
when you're as helpless as you are.
Every time you stiffen or arch;
every time your lip quivers;
every time I hear you gag;
I wish I could deliver.
My heart breaks
as you struggle.
My body aches,
trying to comfort you.
My poor baby,
my heart aches
through and through.
To watch you go from the brightest smile,
in an instant, to a wince and a shriek;
to see you twist and writhe in pain;
I feel so worthless and weak.
I hope for you, my precious one,
this misery will end soon.
I hope more than anything,
I can make it up to you.
February 1, 2000
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