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Click hereOne heart beats
then two
then one again
But the blood is joined
traces of the lost one linger
flowing in the lifestream of the one remaining
never gone
A ghost in her blood
always flowing within her
through her womb
through her heart
through all of her days
A life unlived
yet alive in her blood
One life
then two
then one again
It comes from your heart. I lost my first child to abortion. Not my idea, but her right. My son lost a baby to miscarriage which imploded his relationship, but he has since had two beautiful babies with a beautiful woman and they are the centre of my heart.
Poignant. Can be interpreted more than one way. Losing a child at any stage of life is traumatic. The memory is always there. It's the same for fathers.