Thursday, May 18, 2006

Not Fair

Where are you lil one? Where are you?
She felt you, fed you and held you
She loved you, heard you,and told you
I waited and waited and waited.
Nine months later my dear.
you came out and breathed your last.
Is it me who caused this all
Was it my bad fate lines?
I am your father still
though you may be dead
I envy her, she held you once
In another life dear,
i hope i am the mother,
Dead dear goodbye
Not fair my lady
not fair at all.

1 Comments:

At 5:18 AM, Blogger tantrumed tempester said...

Lovely man...just beautiful...

 

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