Mommy's Worried
I can't help
But, worry about you,
You're my little boy
What else, am I to do?
I'm not trying to stop you
From living your life,
But, I want to help you
Through your sadness and strife.
I know your days
Are difficult and hard,
I worry about you even when
You play in the school yard.
I love you with my heart
I'm always here for you,
When you have a bad day
I will help you get through.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.4/2006
Ever since I found out my little guy has Epilepsy, I can't stop worrying about him. He's the last child I'll ever have. :'o(
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