My dying Star

Hi, I'm new to writing on here so I thought id give it a go. It'd be really nice to hear your thoughts on what I write, don't worry if the thoughts aren't positive, just try not to be too harsh?;) But if my writing completely failed, I'd understand the negative responses!

thanks:)... Here I go...

Thinking

Wednesday 3rd October 2012

My most beautiful star was ripped from my loving arms. It all started ten years ago, my daughter Rosie was born.

Rosie, her father and myself lived in a large white house by the sea.

It was breathtaking, waking up every morning to see the reflection of the sun high up in the cloudless blue sky on the calm sea below.

But now I look up in the dark, star filled sky and relive every year in as much detail as possible. It feels like the last time I was happy was a lifetime ago.

I still think back to the start, maybe if I keep thinking about it, it will have a different ending.

My baby (mothers POV)

I sit on the hospital bed and wait, my husband Eric next to me squeezing my hand. Any minute now, our daughter will be brought through the doors.

Getting nervous, I stare at the doors.

THUD THUD THUD.

Is that my heart, or the doctors foot steps?

The doors open and in they come, carrying a small lump wrapped in white.

She's tiny, beautiful and perfect!

Her hair is a small patch of white, covering the top of her head, as she opens her eyes, I notice they're dark brown like her fathers! Tears of joy run down my face as I hold her gently. This is the moment my life truly begins!