It Is A Feeling Embedded In One's Mind

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The memory of losing a child, Never leaves. It is a feeling embedded in one's mind, To remain as if a hole unplugged... Can not be fixed. There is a feeling of guilt that revisits, From time to time. And those who have never had that experience, Are blessed not to know it. Although those who do know, What that experience is like... Can sympathize with those who say, 'You have no idea, How these children of mine can get on my last nerve. Ten minutes! If I only had ten minutes to myself. Without them constantly on my mind I'd be happy.' ~You are right. I have not been blessed to have that experience. However, Once they arrive... Your life is no longer yours. They will be on your mind until your life is over.~ 'Oh yeah? How would you know? ' ~It's a feeling I get.~

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