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Three Months

Three Months
LindaC

Why do I have to be here at this point?
My life was going so well.
Now I count the weeks of my life.
The months quickly follow.

Three months and it seems like yesterday.
The pain just does not end.
A gaping hole is left in my heart.
Pain is revisited once again.

Sadness pushes down on me.
I struggle to maintain my composure.
I must get through today.
My emotions tear me apart.

My heart hurts so very bad.
It is so hard to continue life.
I am tired and so very weary.
Life has become a burden.

Why? Please tell me why we must go through this.
A mother shouldn't lose a child.
But yet, here I am without my son.
And the pain starts all over again.

Three months. It does not end!

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