Mothers Without Custody World

              "Rag Doll"

  Lord, I come to you like a broken rag doll,

  My dress is torn and stained

  My arm is half hanging on

 My eyes aren't shining and trusting like

 they once were

   And my expression isn't innocent

    and transparent anymore

    I am not the unused, brand-new rag doll

   I once was

     Yes, my smile is still there

     But not as spontaneous as it once was

     It's a little more forced now

    A bit more tired

  I need to be picked up by you Lord

 Picked up

 held tightly

loved

 and reassured

Reassured that no matter how I look,

or how dirty and scuffed up and

broken I am,

 You love me just like when I was brand new

 Would you please hold me Lord?

Any mother who has lost a child/children will be able to relate to this...

There are tears behind my smile
And a mask I wear

It's called denial
Life is tragically to real
From this loss I will not heal

No one has a single clue
How much it hurts
Although they think I'm doing fine
Sometimes I feel I've lost my mind

Memories are all that I have left
After this terrible life theft
A heart that hurts beyond control
Deep down to my very soul

There are tears behind my smile
And a mask I wear

It's called denial
I have cried with and without tears
And have been doing so for years

I have found no place to hide
Carry all of this inside
No earthly words that do explain
The kind of life that does remain

There are tears behind my smile
And a mask I wear

It's called denial