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Unanswered remain the questions to my grief Relentless is my pain and there is no relief.. I practise my fake smile in my mirror everyday you ask me how I am and I will say "ok" I have learned to hide my grief, to carry on with life when inside I am aching, a broken mother and pain filled wife... I do not want to bring you down with the stories of my child but if you ask to talk about him it heals me for a while He was really here, a part of this place that we all live He just didn't get to meet you or his love to you he'd give He had a dimple on his chin and a little button nose He had all ten fingers, I counted, and all ten little toes I held him as close as I could and prayed with all my might that all this had not happened, it was just a dream that night. but the coldness of his lips and the color of his skin brought me back to reality and surged the pain within... I feel there is no ending to a poem such as this for the pain will never ease, I just have to live with it.
By Sara Scheid December 6th 2006
In loving memory of Reid James McMurter
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