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Cerise Harris-Watkins
“A Mother’s Love Was Always There” takes you to a place where moms like me can grieve for the love of their child. The love and the bond that I had for my son is beyond my control. Only God knows m...view more“A Mother’s Love Was Always There” takes you to a place where moms like me can grieve for the love of their child. The love and the bond that I had for my son is beyond my control. Only God knows my pain. The UN healing pain. Until you read one of my poems. When I read one of my poems I don’t hurt as
Much it’s that connection that you fill. When I read one of my poems I fill my son present.
What inspire me to write when I couldn’t cry no more because no was there to hear my pain.
I decided to tell God how I was filling somehow I knew he would listen to my cries. I would cry the silent cry when the emotions would be turning in my stomach upside down. When your family and friends just
Had enough of your pain they don’t want to hear no more of your pain to the end. They cry like me the silent cry of no tomorrow.
How can you tell a kid that their dad will never be around to tuck them in the bed or to say good night?
Walk them to school, escort them to their prom, take them to college then walk them down the aisle.
It’s again the unknown pain. The silent pain many of us fill. The pain, the lonely pain the emptiness in my heart, the sadness I fill all down and blue. Ahh! I wish I didn’t have to fill this pain.
Now I wonder don’t you every wander what life would be without your son or daughter. How do you fill will you fill the same way I fill and that’s the UN known pain to the end.
This is my love for my son Michael N. Davis (RIP) to the end.view less