Without breath
In mothers arms
Cradled infant
Time defines
The frozen moment
Caught by hands
Invisible fingers
Moving sands.
Birth and death
Now combine
Its madness
Tears in eyes
Nine months to carry
All for loss
Still birth screams
What a cost.
With each gentle
Comforting sway
Love transferred
In a hospital day
Mother and child
In another place
As the nearby nursery
Fills with haste.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: November 13th, 2026 03:59
- Category: Unclassified
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