Unborn
June 8th, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson
- I held my child in the palms of my hands.
- Perfectly formed s/he seemed.
- Little hands clenched in fists
- Firmly grasping the tenuous thread of life,
- Now broken.
- A spirit flying swiftly by,
- Touching me briefly and gently
- With wings of a butterfly
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June 9th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
Absolutely beautiful & truly touched my heart
June 9th, 2009 at 10:11 pm
Poem and picture together-very effective. Beautifully expressed.