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Yearning For A Child
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Random Poems After losing,
my first child,
to a bastard,
who raped me,
I had no choice,
of living on.
Tears I shed,
was love,
an unborn child,
pure of heart,
and innocent.
Roaming around,
new born babbies,
made me wish,
mine had lived.
I sit alone,
wondering,
how it would be,
with my baby.
Hard work,
joy of happiness,
how I’d feel.
I yern,
each day & night,
for a child,
to call my own.
