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qutee 
11:00pm, February 28, 2009
In The End This mother’s love was yours without question, from the moment you were conceived.With your tiny heart beating, under my breast,a blessed fulfillment, I just didn’t know would be brief. It doesn’t matter how many years you lived,or how many breaths that you took.The moment they laid you in my arms,you stole my heart with just one look. When God placed your precious life in my care,and you wrapped your tiny pink fingers around mine.I knew that I had a treasure to live for,and I would protect you, ‘til the end of time. There are so many things that I still want to tell you,and there is so much that I still need to say.I guess there is no hurry to say it all right now,we’ll just start in the morning and again the next day. From God’s care to mine, you were such a precious gift,as he entrusted your sweet life to my arms.With a tortured heart, I feel I failed my mission, and in the end, I couldn’t save you from harm.
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I would like to know why my poems won't move to this site in "POEM FORM"? I promise they are not in my manuscript in these rambling paragraphs but when I cut and paste this is what happens!!! DUH!!!!
qutee
You're writing is beautiful.
We are limited as humans, and there are things that are out of our power and control, unfortunately. If you did your best, you didn't fail. No one is perfect and we all make mistakes, but it sounds like you tried your hardest and being the best mother you could be.
And, to be honest, in some ways, I wish my mother could be a little more like how you were to your child. But, I think in spite of all her mistakes and shortcomings, she did the best she could and parented according to what she thought was right, even though many of the her ways were/are not very constructive.
NewWave
Thank you for sharing this. I wish I could here this from my mom.
khabri