“Mommy, please hold my hand.”
“Mommy, please hold my hand.” The sick child cried.
Mommy grasped her babe’s shaking hand.
The young one smiled, one last time, then died.
A scream of grief, filled the home.
But the Mother didn’t cry alone.
“Mommy, I’m here. Please don’t cry. I’ll be by you… I didn’t die…”
The whispered echoed in Mother’s ear
“I’ll be by you… I didn’t die…”
I’d love some constructive feedback; good thoughts ‘bout it, bad thoughts ‘bout it, happy thoughts ‘bout it, sad thoughts ‘bout it, lemme know whatcha think~
Grammar and spelling corrections are very very welcome, too! 😜 😊
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