Rose Ripweed miscarried her fifth child.
Rose stared into the empty space
Of her life and counted on her worn fingers
The nightly loves now gone to waste.
Rose carried the memory
Of each and every one,
Each moment, each tiny kick
Just starting out, then
The realisation of no more kicking
And a numb awareness
Creeping over her
Like Eve's foul snake.
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Terry Collett
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November 1, 2006 Rose Ripweed's Loss.
December 24, 2008 05:00 PM EST
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Comments: 17
Anna del C.
Author of "The Silent Warrior Trilogy"
http://www.annadelc.com
I lost my first baby, my body attacked my baby!
My second baby, my first born my body went on another attack on him! My doctor would not tell me if he was a boy or a girl and he told me not to hope, this was the start of the true fight for life.
We won! My child has problems born way to early, jaundice, little, but we won!
Thank you for your very touching poem! Stirred up some emotions I have not touched in a while!
I'm traveling today to visit with my first born, in NYC aged 26. He thinks, now and then of the brothers he would have had. Can't help it.
Parents get to know who these passing spirits are on such an amazing level. Part of the continuum.
Thank you for this. Gotta catch a flight.
Good Season, Sir
And, I wouldn't try anymore..
Sad, sad, poem.
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Jumbo for a girl