Why lord?
I have so much love to give and no one to share it with.
My twin girls are adrift; at the moment, I'm disowned as their mother.
My place cannot so easily be taken by another?
Why must I experience so much doom?
Exactly one year later, my precious baby boy was lost in the womb.
Why must this pain flow exponentially?
What am I being strengthened for, Lord?
What am I to learn of love and loss?
Perhaps I won't ever understand the purpose of this gain.
I draw closer to you, Lord, in the meantime as I spiritually maintain.
But, why Lord?
Sept.12,2024
Kristy Cherie Artmann
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