baby mine

Sweet darling, cradled close

Darling angel, limp against my breast 

Blessed precious, your wide eyed gaze

 Affixed so gentle

Upon my face 

I am not a mother In that I did not bear you 

Did not feed you

I am not a mother in that you did not need me

When you first came to be 

I am a mother in the way that I weep 

For the years lost to us 

The tears you keep 

I am a mother in the way that to watch you breathe 

Releases the terror in my own lungs 

I am a mother in the way that I wait for you to die 

Praying only that it brings you peace