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Coming home with an empty car seat in one hand, The other wrapped tightly around a bag filled with unused diapers And untouched baby clothes. Words are spoken by her lover, But she can only hear the deafening scream of her son, And the silence that shortly followed. Walking into a nursery painted blue, Filled with bottles, blankets and Stuffed animals that will never know The touch of a young boy. She thinks not only of the life that never Got the chance to live, but She thinks of the life that must continue, a life missing one piece of the puzzle. And with this, a mother loses More than her child, She loses her sanity.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
empty cribs and baby clothes
Coming home with an empty car seat in one hand, The other wrapped tightly around a bag filled with unused diapers And untouched baby clothes. Words are spoken by her lover, But she can only hear the deafening scream of her son, And the silence that shortly followed. Walking into a nursery painted blue, Filled with bottles, blankets and Stuffed animals that will never know The touch of a young boy. She thinks not only of the life that never Got the chance to live, but She thinks of the life that must continue, a life missing one piece of the puzzle. And with this, a mother loses More than her child, She loses her sanity.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
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