#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone memory I hate to say is still so strong, I close me eyes and think of you my heart beats pain all the way threw I pray to God that it won't hurt that it will fade fast, every corner of my path I still s see visions of you when you were little and I said I was your mama but I told you I rather be your nana the greatest gift is you,I cried tears hard because I can't even hug you I know one day we shall unite and my heard will mend a pain of losing your own child is s bad but when someone takes a grandchild and stops you from being with her in her life hurting the child and her nana heart broke and sad
© Betty miller