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Weep with those who weep
and rejoice, yes joy with the
joyful
i hide in a distant corner to escape
the eyes of your despair,
asking
"did you do everything?"
Fleeing the voice in my head,
inquiring me, plaguing me
i could do nothing more
the seconds are gone, and the
years
all my remedies prove
hopeless....
7 years, yes...
my heart breaks
only...... 7...... years,
but in the well of my grief
i look to you - your baby.
i weep
return,
i mourn.
He's gone.
What can i do?
What did i do?
How did my presence serve him?
i saw him each day,
read his chart,
smiled a smile
received his smile
i made a joke
enjoyed his laugh
heard his concerns
made them mine....
....i knew him....
for a brief moment yes
a fraction of his existence.
i experienced his life
witnessed his death
shed my tears
was destroyed by yours
his life touched my life.
In your untouchable grief,
my sole consolation
-- i was there.
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