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Minutes, Hours And Days

by Marla Courtney Wood
Date: Wed, 24 Feb 1999

Chloe Taylor Wood (9/22/98-12/26/98)
Cameron James Wood (9/22/98-11/26/98)

The clock is counting the minutes of the time I saw you last,
It's so hard for me to believe that a couple months have passed.
Quarter after 12 is the last time I saw Cameron dear,
Quarter after 1 is when I held my Chloe near.
I miss you both so terribly my heart is torn in two,
For all that I have left are the memories of you.
I can close my eyes and feel you both inside my aching arms,
I want so much to protect you and keep you both from harm.
The short time you were with us I hope you both do know,
Just how much I loved you and how that love still grows.
As minutes, hours and days pass by I miss you more and more,
They say that time will heal the pain of losing those that I adore.
The corner where your crib was is empty in our room,
Just another reminder of my aching barren womb.
The closet where your clothes hung is now full of my own,
The swings and toys you left behind are packed and kept below.
Reminders of the both of you are kept out of our view,
Until the day we're strong enough for memories of you.
I often wonder how I will make it through each passing day,
I still have your brother and he helps in every way.
He misses you so much and I can't make him understand,
That he will never kiss your face again or hold your little hands.
How can I tell him all these things when I can't believe it's true,
I still wake up thinking it's just a dream and I go in search of you.
Realization sinks in slowly as I look around and see,
That both of you are gone and I have to ask why me?
I don't have any answers to the questions that I ask,
Why must I suffer such an awful painful task?
I only hope you're happy in your life so bright and new,
Living among the angels and admiring the view.
I hope you won't forget me or the happy times we had,
Your grandmothers and grandfathers, your brother and your dad.
You will always be a part of me until the day I die,
Then I'll become an angel and we'll spread our wings and fly.
That day won't be tomorrow, next week, next month, next year,
I am needed here on earth for reasons that are very clear.
When I am lost will you please guide me toward the place I need to be,
Comfort me and give me strength for all eternity.
Will you ease my pain and suffering in any possible way,
For I am living with this grief every minute, hour and day.

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