Nine Years














A lot can happen in nine years

sometimes shed less tears

for its no use living in memories

things now happen with ease


Things that I wished I would see

For you to grow up a tall tree

I don't know what I have missed

you never went away from my heart


A lot can happen in nine years

could have beens

walk around me

In your peers


Sometimes I fear the memory is fading

Becoming distant so I can't grasp it

But then I realize you live within me

A part of me how much I mask it


You were my first one my bundle of joy

The moment I looked at you so little like a toy

Eyes so bright full of love my sweet little boy


A lot could happen in nine years

But the one thing that cannot happen

Is that I will never stop missing you




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