in Birth Poems
In the wee hours of morn,
A miracle took place when my daughter was born
With coal black hair and rosy cheeks and eyes that sparkled blue.
Memories are all that's left of the love we used to know.
Memories of happier times now seem so long ago.
What started out as friendship grew into so much more.
Thanks for posting this poem of you watching your loved one slip away into addiction. This made me have tears in my eyes, and I felt this intense hurt because I went through this just 2 years...
Wow. That is deep. And you nailed it. It's been a year for me, and you explained my pain.
This poem hits home in so many ways. My son is 4. His father walked out on us a year ago. I also had a poem published on here, Shattered Lives. I know the pain. I know the heartbreak. I know how it feels to look at your son and hurt for him too. I feel like he has been cheated too. A year almost to the day and the scars run very deep. I still cry every single day. I notice your poem was written in 2009. I hope you have since found peace and happiness.