Grace Hayden-Tebbett
There will always be a hole in my heart
Now that we must, share a lifetime appart
The thoughts, longings, dreams of you
Which are never to be realised, or will ever come true
All of the things, you would never get to say
Or even the toys, with which you won't get to play
Your laughter or giggle, that I'll never get to hear
Thinking of all the memories, we'll never get to share
Your cute little toes, your sweet little eyes
I wouldn't even mind waking up to your cries
