Young

by Kimberly Babcock   May 20, 2011


He's so young,
he doesn't understand.
That his father has gone.
Left us like a shadow in the night.

Worry not my son.
I'll be here till the end,
even if we have to stand alone.
Even if the world seems to be made of stone!

I love you,
You are my life.
No one can ever change that.

Love,
Mommy

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