As another year passes, she flips back to that page,
The one with your story, the cause of her pain.
It's tattered and torn, covered in tears,
she knows it by heart but she reads it to feel.
That story, unwritten, just barely begun,
Of a mother and father and you, little one.
The daddy was broken, I think he still is,
The mommy was too, but she was tryin'.
She thought if she was the best mom she could be,
You'd overcome all that toxicity.
She thought her love was enough to keep you healthy and strong.
She didn't know that she was oh so wrong.
She dressed you in ribbons, sweet bows in your hair, she sang and she danced, held you always near.
She read you stories, so many each day and she kissed your sweet head, with her you would lay.
So many people watched on in awe,
Yes things were tough, but she was a great mom.
Then tragedy struck, as it sometimes does,
It wasn't her fault; she still fears it was.
Your life it was gone, you couldn't be saved
And your mommy was left, to keep reading that page.
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