Without my heart, there is no happiness
He's gone to be with family, for now
My arms are lonely, my smile empty
Yet, for the world, I must bow1
My soul has fled my presence
So, too, has all my joy
Gone from his loving mama
My Darling little boy2
Childless until the government
Decides I'm not abusive
Not a danger to the boy I love most
Who I am right now is elusive3
A mom without her child
No firstborn bringing laughter
With his smile so wide
Just a hollow shell of a woman....
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