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I stand at that place and stare at the ground,
I imagine you sleeping,
No movement, no sound.
I look above me, but no longer ask why.
I just close my eyes and try my best not to cry.
I have finally accepted a Mother’s worst fear.
But each step is painful through my first bereaved year.
It’s your name inscribed on the marker I see,
Then tears fill my eyes because it should have been me.
I’ll walk through this life, some sorrow, some joy,
But keeping my head up for my baby boy.
A smile on my face, but broken within,
God give me strength until I see you again.