A cradle to Rock

How bad is a life, without love to give? Well i say to myself, that's a horrible life to live. When i wake up every night crying to hear, that one little voice that brings me to tears. You were not all mine, but i hurt you felt one once of pain. One night of sickness, that horible starain. You were as precious as a rose to me; you were my morning and night star. I cry when i say your name, i die inside when i think of your pain You live inside of me always. While i stand beside that baby's grave, i think of him always. As i rocked his cradle In memory of my loving son, Alfie love you always Mummy is sorry xxxxx 2007- 2008