Although, you’re, no longer alive, I’m still in the habits, of saying goodnight to you, I’d go into your room, and, touch your bed, and, kiss your pillow at bedtime, don’t know why, perhaps, it’s out of a hard-to-break habit?
Saying goodnight to you, but, you’re no longer around, you’d been, taken from me, a long, long, long time ago, and sometimes, I’d, stuck myself, in this, thought of pondering WHY, WHY am I, doing this to myself, I know I should move on, from the loss of you, ‘cuz, you ain’t, NEVER comin’ back again, but, I just, can’t seem, quite to let go for some unknown reasons yet!
something I will NEVER get the chance to do, because MY daughter is DEAD, or rather, she’s, never-conceived…not my photograph…
Saying goodnight to you, that, is what I’ll always do, whether or not you’re still here, baby, I love you, oh so much, even though you’d, died, within me………
Saying goodnight to you, I’ll never be done, saying goodnight to you, nor will I ever be done, imagining how you and I were together, as one, mother, and child!
Life, the Obstacle Course 