Eight thousand miles away

Eight thousand miles away, and I can't hold you.

Eight thousand miles away and you don't even know me.

How many times have you cried?

How many times?

Small and needing, you lost her.

Small and needing, He couldn't care for you.

How many times have you cried?

How many times?

Family tried, did they love you?

why did they leave you?

You lost them too.

How many times have you cried?

How many times?

Sweet ladies took you in, they love you, care for you, kiss you.

They know you will leave them soon.

How many times will they cry?

How many times have we cried?

How many times have you cried?

Many times.

Eight thousand miles away and I can't hold you.

soon...

Comments

Sarah Head said…
wow thats beautiful!!
Lesley said…
I have chills and tears in my eyes as I read this. Your love for Abel is humbling. We continue to pray with you every day that Abel comes home in June... then your aching arms can hold him every day. Until then, I pray that God's arms hold you and comfort you.

Lesley
Anonymous said…
thats beautiful carole! you can not only paint, but write too? wow!
Anonymous said…
As I type through the tears, my heart breaks. For you, for Abel, for the ladies that will miss him. Most importantly, it breaks for the ones who aren't going home. I pray for them and of course, for you and your new sweet boy.