For You. October.

I have no words left,
these are not mine,
they do not exist,
borrowers of time.

This agony of devotion,
split rivers of motion,
this relentless reality.
Our pain-
the earths none ending
vexation of constant rotation.

But I wonder.
Did she know?
as she kissed him goodnight,
that it would be their last time?

Did she know every face,
and each detail she saw,
He saw reflected,
as she cradled them,
alpha and omega.
He smiled,
Would be recorded,
and recounted,
for the fruit, her fruit,
seedlings she’d never know,
not really,
and would
hush them to sleep when
they needed her most?

Did she ever ponder
each yearly 25th,
each passing,
that they were numbered,
22 times only?

Did she know,
how he’d grieve their actions
almost ten months before,
one life for two?
An unforgiveable
but only we know now,
too late,
of these planted seeds.

Did they realise,
the ache and devastation
of life and creation,
something of the perfect family
granted this wish
for three hours,
and not nearly enough
before they took her

Life and death,
side by side,
but not for long,
life swallowed and swollen
incased within
hearty russain dolls.

A day to be remembered,
in contrast with gladness.
Only they didnt know.

Unfixable china.
Leaving an unbreakable bond.
A mothers legacy.

He’d smile
one day, once more,
green grass, blue skies.
he’d smile again one day,
for they have their mothers eyes.

For You. October.


Joined November 2007

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A poem based on real events of a young mum who died hours after giving birth to her twins.


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  • Chris Clark
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