By Sharon Gates There might come a day sometime in the future When I don't think about you constantly, Wonder what you would have looked like, What colour your hair would have been, And how your smile might have looked. There might come a day sometime in the future When I won't wonder what I did wrong. When I won't blame myself. When the sharp blade of pain will become dull. When I can accept this as meant to be. There might come a day sometime in the future When I carry another child And though I will love him beyond measure And though I will hold him a little tighter, And though he will be my child, He won't be you. There might come a day sometime in the future When I am happy again. When I can let go. When I can look at a baby without aching for you. But it won't be today.
That's exactly how I feel! I want to tell everyone to stop telling me that it was for the best because the best would've been to hold him and watch him grow!!! That's why he's irreplaceable and other peoples comments hurt so much!
