A cradle to Rock, by Kayleigh_Jayde Subscribe to rss feed for Kayleigh_Jayde

How bad is a life, without love to give?
Well i say to myself, that's a horrible life to live.
When i wake up every night crying to hear, that one little
voice that brings me to tears.
You were not all mine, but i hurt you felt one once of
pain.
One night of sickness, that horible starain.
You were as precious as a rose to me; you were my morning
and night star.
I cry when i say your name, i die inside when i think of
your pain
You live inside of me always.
While i stand beside that baby's grave, i think of him
always.
As i rocked his cradle

In memory of my loving son,
Alfie
love you always
Mummy is sorry
xxxxx
2007- 2008
Posted: 2008-03-20 14:56:22 UTC

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