My Little Boy

July 27, 2017 July 27, 2017
My Little Boy elegy

Uploaded by SONAL lobo

I miss you everyday
Someone else taking your place
No way.

To the world the only memory of you is me miscarrying you.
For me your memories will be forever of me carrying you.

You were not just a part of my body
But you stole a piece of my heart.

I think what it would be to have you
Because now I know how it feels loosing you.

The very thought of you brings tears in my eyes
I know it would never dry till the end of date.

Your little clothes I see everyday
They are the treasures I would preserve till the end of my days.

I know you are safe out there in the heavenly abode
But still in my heart the emptiness lingers.

The people around have erased your memories
But for me you are my little boy whom I will cherish always.

From the day you were planted in my womb
I loved you insane.
Even today my little boy
I remember you.

A part of me you have changed forever
No one else can bring about a difference

Somewhere in the corner of my heart
Your presence is never afar

Our bond shall always sustain
Silently in my tears you shall always remain.

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