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Emily Mae (Villanelle) by horus8

What else can a young mother say? I wake up at night hearing you... And I love and miss you Emily Mae. "Minutes turn hours & the hours to days" As no one, but you, can take my hand What else can a young mother say? When we put you to ground, the display alone sent me into this no man's land I love and miss you dear Emily Mae. "I buried my heart with, to keep you at play" in that field where the grey stones stand, What else can a young mother say. To those that we had, but went away? I want you to know, "I'm glad you weren't planned." And I love and I miss you Emily Mae. One day soon, with you too, I will stay by your grave as a mother, and friend. What else can a young mother say... But I love and miss you my Emily Mae.

Lenore 4-Feb-04/1:45 PM
I’m no idiot (not a professional, at least), so I understand that there is no bond stronger than between mother and child. While I'm sure your sentiment was well received by your friend and judged on that merit alone, your posting it here entitles myself or (anyone for that matter) to rank it how we see fit. With that said, your harsh name calling was unwarranted and far more insulting than my comment.
Suddenly, I need a good cry.




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