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MOLLY LIVED ONCE

20/2/2018

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Her four chambers pumped lifeforce into tiny embryo veins
Her opened mouth blew bubbles that looked like speckles of rain
Her long legs stretched out, that pushed against me hard
She moved around inside me as she became King Kong at large
Four hundred thousand minutes it took for her to grow
I
nto eight pounds of sleeping daughter, what a terrible blow
Bereft, heavy hearts weighted in teared waters deep  
If only we knew of our forthcoming plight
Every milli, micro, nano second to birth we did what we thought was right
Being no nearer to holding my first born warm and close
Those longed for family day dreams had just passed us by into ghost

Molly lived once, for that I am sure

I held her dead body close to my cold broken core
Placing her in a cot to cool as she began to roast
Her ashes slipped through frightened fingers
As harsh winter winds began to gust

Her hand now printed ink, giving hope and funding to good cause
Molly holds the hearts of the people she wishes to applause
Dancing free in the heavens, way above Earth's fallen stars
Molly lived once, I know this for sure
She is me and I am her
Her memory swaddles me forever more.

By Mollys Mum

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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