I sit and cry a silent tear,
as I sit by her bed
wanting to be near.
Listening for every breathe,
every sign of life,
fearing she may be close to death.

I make the food
and dish it up,
but can't make her eat
or drink from her cup.
I watch my baby girl waste away,
on the floor excersising every single
day.

I take the steps to make her survive,
All I want is for my Baby Girl to be happy
and alive.
I hear "I hate you" and "you're
making me fat"..
If only she knew, it was so much more
than that.

I love my Baby Girl and FOREVER will
and no matter what happens, for you I
will be here still.

Love your Mom
11-12-09

Mother's love = unconditional