в любящей памяти

Anastasia Lucille Beaird

April 17, 2023 – April 17, 2023

It’s 3 am and you’re on my mind, I just can’t sleep tonight, I try but toss and turn and cry, It’s not fair, or just or right! I close my eyes whisper your name, Into the dark still air, My sweetest child my Angel, This pain I cannot compare. Missing you is such a huge part, Of my life now of my day, Every waking moment you’re there, On my mind now to stay. When I sleep you’re in my dreams, Calling out so distant so small, I feel you slipping away from me, I just can’t get to you at all. Then I wake up bathed in terror, It’s like losing you all over again, My heart racing the tears falling, It hurts so very much then. But sometimes when I dream of you, I’m holding you in my embrace, Breathing in every inch of you, Gazing into your darling face. This stays with me when I waken, I carry it in my heart, Watching you grow, seeing you change, Even though we are apart. Your name the trees whisper to me, The wind it sings your tune, I know you’re there, you’re with me, As we gaze at the waning moon. Hold my hand My Angel, As we gaze into the nights wild, These twilight hours are mine and yours, My Angel, my darling my child.

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