It’s always too soon when they leave.
You would think each time it would get easier, Like I would learn not to love them.
But I love each and everyone the same.
I am weak now, Not only can I no longer take the physical pain, But this torture of losing a child is tearing me apart.
I pray to god they die at birth, Every time. So I can never see them play in the fields,
So I can never hear them calling out my name, So I can never see my children in fear again.
I pray to god that they die at birth,
Every
Single
Time.