Not Like You
Not Like You by Sheri Hess
I am a mother, though not like you. You cradle your sweet baby in your arms, Mine are empty, but I hold him in my heart. You brush her soft curly hair, and tie pretty pink bows just right. A lock of his hair is tucked neatly in a book You pick daisies and tie them in a chain to wear around her neck I cut lilacs and arrange them in a vase to set at his grave. You look forward to dreams and plans. I hold on to memories. I am a mother, though not like you.
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