Holding you

I was sitting on a park bench one day,

I heard a child's laugh coming my way,

Pausing for a second thinking that could have been you,

Six years now since that day only if I knew,

They told me it wouldn’t hurt I I would feel no pain,

Now six years later and what did I have to gain,

An empty place in my heart that could never be fulfilled,

They never told me how I would feel after it was done,

Who knows you could have been a daughter or a son,

I come back to reality when I heard a cry,

The little child fell some how the mother right by his side,

I started crying wishing that was me holding you…

@ 1996Sherrita Angel Longstreath