He lived to see his little boy start school
Even to beget another child
But child unborn, he’s snatched by relapse cruel
The lows and highs , the treatment by new tools
Drive even saints to desperate states of mind
Yet he lived to see his little boy start school
Do we think our losses make us fools?
That we should keep ourselves in temper mild
When child unborn, he’s snatched by relapse cruel?
In our minds emotions can fight duels
Till we ‘re caught between our love and bile
How did his little boy get on at school?
Give his widow strength to bear their child~
Her life is hard and her complexion pale
Her child unborn, her man lost, panic rules.
We women cover up with long dark veils
To hide the hardships of our life’s travails
Toby’s little boy has started school
Another child is coming , love is cruel
How my heart sings 
I love this. Strength and power to all those unsung heroes
Thank you,Shantanu and welcome to my blog
My pleasure
xxxx
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So saddened by this. You are not alone in feeling this way. I have experienced this tremendous loss long ago.
I know, we tend to forget and believe we are exempt.Seems so sad he will not see the baby.But we do not know why these things happen.We must help each other.
Always keep him in your memories. It’s the only way to move forward. Keep him close to your heart.