always remembering Eloise

i felt her like a bag of tricks

one perfect somersaulting laugh

i marvelled as her tiny heart

beat brightly on a photograph

i waited for her to appear

part best-beloved, part enemy

not of my flesh, yet of my blood

my baby sister yet to be

i never got to hear her cry

or stick a plaster on her knee

play scary monsters in the dark

or beat her at monopoly

her absence feels as solid as oak

the " might have beens" it's fragile leaves

which tumble gently to the ground

always    

              remembering

                                     Eloise

Author's Note

we lost her to a still birth
she had been dead inside my mother's womb for 8 days.

Reviews

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i am so so sorry. Must have been very hard on you.