The grief of a grandmother
By anonymous on 19/03/2011
Tears claw at my throat, climbing upwards to my pained face. My heart is overwhelmed at my loss. I will not hold you in my arms, for your life has been taken from me. I prayed; I cried; I tried. I wanted you. They decided you were not to be. You are an inconvenience at this time - but not to me. I would have loved you. I would have raised you as my own. But that would have been too painful for them. So they killed you instead. I'm so sorry - little one. Wait for me - in Heaven. Your loving grandmother xxx