My Joy, My Footballer, My Doctor, My Boy

My Joy, My Footballer, My Doctor, My Boy

A Poem by Henry
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Inspired by an article about miscarrying in a magazine.

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Where did you go?
You were supposed to me my son, my joy
My footballer, my love, my life.
You were going to be my everything, my all.
I was going to dress you in blue, call you
Harry or Thomas or Jack.
Your first word was going to be "mum"
You were going to learn to ride a bike and 
Go to school and
climb Everest, be a doctor, be a footballer
Be anything and everything,
You were going to be so tall,
So handsome, my handsome boy

I feel so empty.

Of all the men I've never met
I love you the most.

© 2012 Henry


Author's Note

Henry
Any criticism is welcome! I've never done poetry before.

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Added on August 11, 2012
Last Updated on August 11, 2012
Tags: death, miscarriage, baby, poetry

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Henry
Henry

Somerset, United Kingdom



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