I wrote this song for my kids, the ones I miss so much, for the unrequited love.
Zach, his grandmother Ellen, and me; one day old. July 6, 1986
For the eternal grief and loss I carry while I wait for some miracle of healing and reconciliation.
My daughter, Robin, a week old; June 16, 1991
This is my Mother’s Day each year I don’t hear from them. This is a mother’s heart each day I cannot call.
Noah, five days old, March 8, 1996
Wesley, Teddy, Zach, me, Robin and Noah. Christmas 2010 Can’t We Just Pretend?
I once held you in my arms
Such a tiny fragile life
A child myself, I had become
A mother and a wife
I didn’t have a clue
There were no maps along the way
But I did the best that I could do
To be a good mom anyway