31/08/2006
Good Night!
I can't reach out to comfort you, or hold your tiny hand.
The precious dreams I held, can't be fulfilled the way I planned.
Sometimes, I say a little prayer in hope, perhaps I might,
Have one last chance to tuck you in, before I say, "Goodnight."
So much I would have shared with you, but as we had to part
There's just an empty silence which echoes in my broken heart.
This was the insertion we put in the Spectator for the anniversary of Corey's death.
