What do you do when your baby dies?
Do you leave the toys the same place and step on them as she would
Or, do you put them away from sight so that you don't remember
The memories which are carved in to your heart
What do you do when your baby dies?
Do you pretend that she never existed?
And wish that it was just a dream.
But you can't since the scars of maternity remain indented on your skin.
What do you do when you imagine her crying?
And it sounds so real
That you just want to run to her
But have to remember; it's your imagination
In quiet moments when no one is there.
The Thoughts of her reappear.
You cry, you sigh and it drifts away.
Only god knows why he took her away.
A contest entry
- Make me smile, make me cry, make me horny. . . . Anything goes by Childofserenity.
500 points, ended August 23, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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intense. thats a very strong emtional poem. and i want to thank you for sharing that with me. I know when i write i write to just vent my feelings and i feel when i write it i hope other ppl see my pain. I see your pain, and all i got for you is to hold to what you got and love what you got. and never forget your love.
Ty for entering.
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