I was your second mother,
Her arms held you first,
And every time I think this through
I think of you from birth;
I think of how she must have loved you,
Wrapped up in her arms,
Of how she must have felt each time
She kept you safe and warm.
I think of all she gave in hopes,
Your life would be sublime,
Of how she never dreamed there’d come
This awful space in time.
I long for her to know,
That I too loved you Dear,
That every time you came to me
I kept you very near;
For her to know I shared her love,
And now do share her pain,
My heart will ache until that day
We do hold you again.
L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2016.