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When your body failed its true or false test,
But you sang in your Southern Baptist pew
With visions of a baby girl grown old.
"No," said you to the staving off, retold
As therapy to slow the virulence.
Briona, Dearest, some will read and wince
At this poem, one you shall never hear,
The wonder of which you shall never see.
She was two pounds and ounces of power,
Born from your courage, and so I've been told,
A comatose tear.
once again (I have, of course, done this before), but I have to say GM, that I have read this several times and the main problem I have with the poem is that I am not quite clear what you are talking about.<p>
There are some really good lines in this, and I could guess about the subject, but it seems to me to be an emotionally charged and potentially hurtful one, so I don't really want to speculate.<p>
I suppose none of this matters, since the poem seems very heartfelt and certainly communicates that.
This poem was mentioned in today's New Poetry Recommendations in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion forum.