Mother of a Ghost

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For my lost boy
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MelissaBaby
MelissaBaby
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One 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

MelissaBaby
MelissaBaby
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AnonymousAnonymous3 months ago

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.

PurplefizzPurplefizz3 months ago

The wound that never heals, the loss of love’s potential. Ppfzz

eklypseklyps3 months ago

Thank you for sharing this heartbreaking poem

AnonymousAnonymous4 months ago

So sad, so true and touching. Beautiful. Thank you.

tennesseeredtennesseered4 months ago

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.

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