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Kels
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Kels asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 8 years ago

Rare, I visit and ask if you will C/C this?

Some of this has been conjured in dream states.

I swear now, I felt her last breath exhaled

as I inhaled my first,

her body quivered at the point of delivery

as I was wiped, whisked away shivering, crying

soon enough I learned realities.

She would never smile at me, see my first steps

encourage my first words, feed me

what might best nourish

Should I blame her? I once did,

cursing her and the empty nights, in her absence.

But those things I felt then, I now know

were exercises in futility.

My father, bless him, tried to hold together

the structure of our lives, unable, and so

gave me to my new family, stable, growing,

knowing there is no call to retrace the past

denying. Her life was given, so that I

might have mine, how does one refine

such thoughts, even now surrounded by love

there are still the haunting, dark thoughts.

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  • 8 years ago
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    You had me, from first line to last. Good line breaks, eg "But those things I felt then, I know now/were..." Good one!

  • 8 years ago

    A moving write Kels. A tragedy for any mother to die in childbirth, but I am sure that the thoughts discussed in this poem would be applicable to others in the same tragic circumstances. How could you not have haunting thoughts about the loss of your mother in childbirth, particularly when the child she birthed was you.

  • 8 years ago

    I have no idea who you really are however this gives me a glimpse into the reality of what a baby is coming from the womb of a mother who dies in childbirth, My mother and I both almost died, I was not destined to live yet I did, I proved the Dr wrong.

    Our beginnings dictate our life that comes after in a gigantic way even if we are not fully aware of it.

    a very good poem, Kels

  • ?
    Lv 4
    8 years ago

    Like a sick and perverted fairy tale.

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  • Your Mom still lives in you. Watching over you as we speak. Will live in your heart always.

  • Anonymous
    8 years ago

    It's deep very nice!!

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