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100 Days
by Allison SmithOne hundred days
And ways
To show
My love
For my little man
Understand
That it was Gods plan
The sun fades too quickly
Trees sway
Leaves fall
And then the snow comes
One hundred days
I grow you
I grow in you
And you in me
Set me free
Free as time
As air
As any place
Other than here
Let me climb to you
Reach to wherever you are
Even afar
I love you
More than time
More than space
You hold my dreams
07/15/2009 Author's Note: Written 100 days after my first born past away. RIP Wesley.
Posted on 07/15/2009
Copyright © 2025 Allison Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/18/09 at 03:01 AM This is so sad, yet so beautiful... |
| Posted by William Brunk on 09/21/09 at 07:03 PM i related to this very much..beautifully expressed pain |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/19/10 at 04:12 PM As I read this and saw the lovedust sprinkled throughout, I thought of that precious little man and the heart of the poetmom beating, healing, honoring us and allowing us to have a peak into a beautiful soul. Thank you, my dear. |
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