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No Cure
His death consumed the minutes,
Then the hours, days, and weeks.
All the months became a year
And I still... could hardly speak.
One year somehow turned into two
And my heart ached even more.
Then the two turned into three
And then the three turned into four.
Five years turned to six then seven
And then seven will turn to eight.
Eight will turn to nine then ten
While my soul continues to wait.
More days will fade and turn to weeks,
Then again more months to years.
Sustained by just his memory...
Because there's no cure for these tears.
© 2005 - Christine Ross

Thank you Donna, mom of angel Corey

Thank you Beth, mom of angel Hayes


Thank you Carol, mom of angel Michael

Thank you Susan, mom of angel Loria

Thank you Judy, mom of angel Heidi

Thank you Judi, mom of angel Andrew

Thank you Ann, mom of angel Jason

Thank you Christine, mom of angel Deborah

Thank you Saralyn, mom of angel Robbie

Thank you CindyJo, mom of angel Michelle

Thank you Shirley, mom of angel Laurie

Thank you SueAnne, mom of angel Lee

Thank you Angie, mom of angel Dustin

Thank you DJ, mom of angel Shane

Thank you Monika, mom of angel Josh

Thank you Marge, mom of 3 angels in heaven

Thank you Linda, mom of angel Tina

Thank you Lynn, mom of angel Ken

Thank you Judi, mom of angel Andrew



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