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My mind tries to forget

But my heart remembers

That day

Not too long ago

In late November.

Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so new

Her breath like a feather across my breast

She fit so perfectly in my arms

In my heart

The time came to rest my weary bones

My weakness overpowering my dwindling strength

Then...Blackness

A sweet release

An unknowing loss

Until I open my eyes

And the news greets me

My... great, great loss

That is when I cry.

Reviews

[Shirlena]

I guess you know I'm going to be on your pages everyday :) but this is a sad write that I've never experienced. I have heard it is something very difficult to overcome but that we can reconcile with and I hope you do if you haven't already. I'm so sorry but what a beautiful way that you are hopefully allowing yourself to recover or the subject of this write. Write yourself healed.

[Rosi S. Phillips]

I should be honest, I didn't lose a child, my friend did. I was with her, saw what it did to her, and write a poem for her. I'm never personally experienced this tragedy, and I hope I never will. I just didn't know how to help her, how to understand what she was going through. This poem, and also Gone From Me, helped me to understand. But thank you for your kind words, Shirlena. I just had to be honest.

[Shirlena]

No that's cool cause you notice I added near the end "the subject of this write". I think the tendency for most is to assume that the write is about the writer but I try to allow room for possibility that it might not be. The effect is still the same :).