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A New Cradle
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Dead Children I miss him. I long for him in the daylight hours
I dream of him by night. Can I really go on this way?
Sometimes when it's really late or really early,
I catch a glimpse of something sparkling on my chest
between the breasts he never suckled and above the
womb that was his only cradle in life.
Is that his light, I wonder. Does he still live close
by in some way I can't fathom.
Has he found a new cradle?
I too have lost i child so i know the pain that is expresses in this poem i love it it made me cry
How very touching. I am still covered with goose bumps.
So many women will understand, empathize, and even a re-live similar agony.
Well done Toni.
FM Salphire