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"Empty Hands"

Poetry By: dylanross83

This is dedicated to my son Christopher (RIP) and my wife. I love you both!

Submitted:Mar 22, 2011    Reads: 89    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

By Dylan Ross
For Christopher and Natasha
Empty hands not to hold,
our new born son,
the empty space grows cold
Empty crib not to bed,
our new born son can't rest his head
Empty bassinet not to soothe,
our new born son we both did loose
Empty glider not to rock,
our new born son; it was a shock
Empty swing not to swing,
our new born son,
fun it won't bring
Empty room not to play,
our new born son any day
Empty car seat not to ride,
our new born son in Heaven fly
Empty arms not to hold,
our new born son,
we both grow cold
Empty hearts stole our love from our new born son,
but together we must still carry on our love,
together we must fill each other with our love


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