I read once about a writer who lost both her daughter and her husband in one year. I lost my baby and my best friend. She called the book THE YEAR OF MAGICAL THINKING
here with me
I try to find my center, my baby
And enjoy the time that I am here
But all I can think of
Is I wish you were here with me
Each holiday, each dinner
Each breese that blows by and I cant hold you
All I can dream of , all I desire
Is that you are
Here with me
So I hold the ones that you left behind, I love and nuture, caretake
and adore the others who are with me
But we are here without you Rayan and we miss you
And all I can wish for
Is that you should be
Here with me
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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