You left us,
How could you.
You broke my trust,
Now he feels it too.
So innocent and sweet,
Yet you neglected.
It's your loss now,
He's the most perfect thing I never expected.
You hurt me more then you'll ever know,
He eased my pain and helped me grow.
Now you're just a past mistake,
And I've got the best son God could make.
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