I don't know when it started
The moment he was born, probably
As she held him in her arms, she knew
This was her life now
At least, while I've been here, that's how it's felt
She lost him, but still has me
I am her life
for a long while, I thought I had failed them
both
But for all our faults
She loves me still
I hope I deserve her
I hope I live up to his standards, to make him proud
There is not another person
Who I am the most thankful for
Thank you, for your labor
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
