“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! 😜 😊

Copyright 2017 T’iana Sage @inkandlore

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