A poem to symbolise the basic thoughts in my mind after loosing somebody I loved.

She Not Me

Baby fingers clutch his palm.
Whilst he protects her from ANY harm.
Indeed she is speachless, as any baby be,
Loving the faces he is pulling at 'She'.
Baby eyes stare blankly at him,
His body is bold, although it is slim.
At such a distance he's too near to say godbye.
She's pushing out thoughts of where his body may lie.
Baby bones and soft baby cheeks,
Searching the father, that she LONGS to seek.
He lives through her heart and forever will be.
The daddy she always wanted him to be.

I love you.


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