I feel like you tried to find me,
and when i was no where to be found,
you tried even harder until your head hit the ground.
I promised you that you would be safe,
and mommy would always be there,
but when you gave your last soft muffled cry...i was to late.
I held you in my arms and whispered softly into your ear,
i refused to believe that death was your fate,
and my eyes could no longer hold back the tears.
I let you down,
I broke my word,
when you were just a tiny bird.
I picked you up your head was limp,
your chest wouldn't more,
your eyes kept the squint.
As I held you close to me i begged,
you not to leave,
I sat there hoping death would give you a reprieve.
But I was to late by a min. or less,
I could not help but wonder if I'd have came out,
would i have erased this whole mess.
Do you hate me now?
I know I would,
And I would want revenge any way how.
I was your protector,
You were my kid,
Now I ask you this.....why couldn't you have lived?!?!
