He was gift that I so wanted to keep.
He was perfect in every way
My little one.
Now I’ll never hear his cries, laugh…
Or see him smile.
My baby, why did you leave?
Why did the Lord take you?
Why must I suffer this?
What will my life be now without you?
For I know the loneliness I may feel.
My life was safe with you in it.
My place was made.
Now...its a mystery...
This one is done in Catherine of Argon and Anne Boyen point view after losing their son's.
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