My Joy, My Footballer, My Doctor, My BoyA Poem by HenryInspired by an article about miscarrying in a magazine.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 HenryAuthor's Note
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Added on August 11, 2012 Last Updated on August 11, 2012 Tags: death, miscarriage, baby, poetry AuthorHenrySomerset, United KingdomAboutI want to thank everyone who reviewed Everything's Illuminated! I made a writerscafé account when I was 15, uploaded a couple of stories and then forgot about the website for about three years... more..Writing
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