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To My Son, Thanks - Poem by new heart

On the snowy weather
Then my heart felt so cold
A picture of the past
Came like a hurricane
A cold heart feel shaking
The fighting between soul and mind
Try to kill the soul
Try to kill the mind
Try to kill the past
Screaming.... Hurting my self
With a deepest painful
I get used to handle this sickness alone
Because i felt i should be the helper of other
But tonight, i felt like a dying helper
When the painful memories came
Felt so dirty of my self
Felt useless and so alone
Tears come out from my eyes
I have no longer scream out
But i scream inside
Until my heart almost stop beating
Then, two little hands touch my tears
Wipe it... and wake me up from my daydream
His soft voices made me realize
My job hasn't over yet
I should become a hero
For this little one
He makes me remember to surrender
To Lord then all the burden has gone
With my tiring brain
I stop thinking for a sudden
Let my son give me a hug
it makes me feel warm inside
Thanks honey,
i am lucky to have a son like you

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 20, 2009

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