O Child O Child, why did you leave? I wake I eat I drink. My mind is numb; I cannot think. I weep the tears; I watch them sink.And always do I grieve. O Child I call your name. In bitter watches of the night. No sound no stars no soft moonlight. Always darkness; no more sight I will not ever be the same. O Child my aching arms are cold. No gurgling smiling infant joy. No colored walls or broken toy. No dancing dress; no calling boy. I feel so very dry and old. O Child I see your face. My prison sentence served with time. A mother's love my only crime. You greet me now in light sublime. At last I see your face. O Child, we are so high! The stars are wheeling overhead, The clouds beneath; a cotton bed;This playground for the Joyful Dead.At last we wave goodbye. SA Clarke Nicole Ann Clarke-Seabold02/06/1986 - 04/02/2010
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