If God were to see fit that this would be,

my dying breath, head pounding, on bended knee.

Please know so young you may never understand,

who's this person lack of hands?

I love you- the true reason i breathe,

for you i would live, die, cry anything for my illuminous seed.

Your mommy was too weak to beat the demons who took hold,

who bound and tied a truly beautiful soul.

I should have held you more than i let my hands reach out,

I knew for my weakness you would suffer- no doubt.

You'd never know me barely remember my smile,

I promise my angel we will b rejoined in a while.

Death comes to all it is the meaning of life,

Each moment for a reason even becoming your violent daddy' s wife.

I swear to you, the last thing precious to this worn skin,

I never meant to bruise you, to leave you, to let satan win.

-mommy