No one told her
This was going to happen,
No one said a word
About the flood of blood,
And the aching gut
And the mess and such.
And why the heck
Didn't somebody give a hint
Of this damned thing,
What with her waking
To a bloodied bed
And sight of red and yuck.
And am I dying
Like mother did?
Is this for real?
Or just a passing
Ill-bred bleed?
Or am I an oddity
Amongst the throng?
Can someone tell me
What is wrong?
And with those words,
Locking the bathroom door,
Running a bath,
Giving a sigh,
She had a cry
And wondered
If her mother
Would have known
The reason why.


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I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 5,100 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)