The Blanket

I woke up this morning thinking of this feeling that sits on top of me each morning as i get up each day. No one can possibly imagine it unless they have lost a child. It feels like a heavy blanket that sits on top of you. Its all of the grief and tears that compiles on top of one another, collected from lost time, and faded memories that are pushed further away as the years pass. Everyone moves onward. Its understood. But a mothers heart sits upon the same spot since you left. You never leave it. I will never let go of your hand ever.

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