This child is in pain,
That we can see,
It's obvious when his mother
no longer wants to be.
He eats all day,
and all night,
There is no sleep for either,
For his only happiness
is at the mothers breast.
She has others thought,
whom love her so.
Can she see us? Can she hear us?
It's like we no longer exist.
If she saw our love for her,
will she be happy
for she seems a bit sappy?
Everyday seems to go astray,
will we ever see another happy day
like the ones we used to get?
If that is Your will,
Lord grant us the one thing we desire,
A life full of love and happiness,
So that we no longer tire.
-Amy Kathleen
