mom mother son baby child my boy

Learn more about other poetry terms

She bleeds and bleeds the deeper the cut, She feels the pain down deep in her gut. There is nothing left to do now, She bends over to take her final bow.   Oh god above if you ever did exisit,
A tiny mouth widens,Smallest ever seen.Tiny eyes open,Wide as could be. Tiny hands grasp mineAnd hold on for dear life.A tiny heart beats,Easing my strife.
Subscribe to mom mother son baby child my boy