Nursery

Quite often I find myself standing outside the door.
A folded crib against the wall closet of clothes that were to be yours
Sometimes, I turn away before the hurt sinks in
Other times, I open my aching heart just to feel...

If you were here would you be asleep or awake, hungry, wet, or dry
I have these things to care for you
They remain packed away and I wonder why
For now you sleep away from me
Perhaps in a better place

I carried you with a heart full of love
Full of dreams, hopes and what would be
I wanted an angel to look after,
instead I have one looking after me

Grace, I love you and miss you, Your Mom