The hardest part of life

In my arms I held you tight
Through the hardest part of life
In my heart the memories clear
Of the greatest child I love so dear
I held you so close to my heart
Praying that we’ll never part
But angels came and took you away
And tears I shed for your everyday
Now a shining lit up star
My precious child watches from up far
And sees all the pain I’m going through                                                                      Know that you are forever in my heart




15 thoughts on “The hardest part of life

  1. Dear friend, Thank you very much, I was really happy to have been following your blog. I’m still a lot to figure out, and here I can only say that you are an awesome blogger, full Inspiring and hope you can inspire more readers. Thanks and greetings compassion from Gede Prama :)


    1. Hi Becki, It was such a privilege. I was blessed with a family of wonderful mothers… I am so sad that your childhood has so dysfunctional. Thank you for visiting. Hugs and best wishes.


  2. I am so sorry to hear of your loss of your daughter, Tersia. I often feel my son is still with me, even though I cannot be with him in the same way and would do anything to change the reality. Perhaps you feel your daughter’s gentle hugs sometimes too. Love is eternal. Sending you wishes for peace.


      1. I was going to say I can imagine but no I can’t. I have survived breast cancer twice, surgery, chemo, radiotherapy, being abandoned by my husband during the recurrence, poverty, homelessness, despair but one thing I fear most of all is the loss of my child. That is one thing that would undo me.

        How do you carry on after that?


      2. I on the other hand have never been ill. I could not even imagine the pain she was in. I often prayed that God would give me Vic’s illness. She was so young and such a good person. She so desperately wanted to live.


      3. You are lucky never to have been ill, look after your helath it is priceless. Yes it must be torture to see your child in pain and you would want to swap places. A mother’s instinct is to protect and kiss it better.

        I don’t know why bad things happen to good people, one of the reasons I stopped believing in a benevolent God.


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