SOME DAYS SHE DOESN'T.

Some days she doesn't think
Of baby's death, some days,
If other troubles or worries
Crowd her in. Sometimes,

If the mood is strong
And memories flood her mind,
She takes a swim to safety
To the other shore marked:

Other baby that made it through
Who wants her now and needs her too.
Some days, that day
When she had lost the babe,

Seems to haunt her
Through and through,
And echoes of her cry
Vibrate around the edges

Of her mind's thin walls.
Some days she wants to think
She holds the babe again,
Thinks the babe is close

And warm and snuggling up
Against her breast, but most days
She knows the baby's gone
And with the angels and at rest.

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Kimber F. Apr 23, 2009, 2:27am EDT

What a touching and sad poem. I can share this emotion. Thanks for sharing it with us, as always, you touch my heart. Peace

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Lonnie F. Apr 23, 2009, 2:58am EDT

Ah, I see only we poets...or sufferers of depression, and pain... are up this late at night. I had just posted a poem about an hour ago, and now I see yours. Within the last half-hour I also just read a story on aolnews about a 12 yr old boy killing an infant. Can you imagine the pain all around on that one. And earlier tonight my favorite show ( Criminal Minds) dealt with child murders. One quote they used ( and your poem refelects this): Any parent who loses a child, loses a part of themselves as well./// Good night , sir. And greetings from Ga./// Lonnie Fowler, lonnierayfowler.gather.com

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Svetlana Goryacheva Apr 23, 2009, 6:26am EDT

Most touching one!...

Blessings and best wishes - S.

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Nancy Biri Apr 23, 2009, 7:51am EDT

very nice

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April H. Apr 23, 2009, 8:27am EDT

Beautiful poem full of emotion

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roger s. Apr 23, 2009, 8:40am EDT

terry, that was a real emotion poem, I loved it

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jewi lim Apr 23, 2009, 8:47am EDT

Thanks for sharing..

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Adrian Eve Revenaugh Apr 23, 2009, 11:16am EDT

...must be in the air, transcontinental. My shadow ones were very close last night as well.

Thank you Terry for the quiet place of reflection.

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Beth G. Apr 23, 2009, 12:19pm EDT

This is so very sad, but life does go on and there are other obligations.

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Paula H. Apr 23, 2009, 12:59pm EDT

Sad - but nicely expressed emotions.

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Chas Andrews Apr 23, 2009, 1:23pm EDT

thanks!

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Ellen B. Apr 23, 2009, 2:45pm EDT

very emotional

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Angela A. Apr 23, 2009, 8:36pm EDT

This is so lovely!

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EDWINA (MISSIE) B. Apr 23, 2009, 10:30pm EDT

very pretty,

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tammy b. Apr 24, 2009, 3:07am EDT

wonderful.

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Paula C. May 2, 2009, 1:40am EDT

I wanted to let you know that I had stopped by to check out what you’ve recently shared with all of us here at gather.
Since I’m in the middle of Finals week, I hate to admit, but I must give in to the temptation of leaving a generic comment
But to give it a little personal touch, I added some artwork for you to enjoy!

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John F Walter May 11, 2009, 8:22pm EDT

The poem deals with the obsession of the mother with her lost baby, the vacillation of its intensity in her mind, extraordinarily authentically and true to a sense of personal time. My favorite line speaks to the vulnerability of a mother in her inmost thoughts when the child is part of her undifferentiated sense of self: ¨echoes of her cry/vibrate around the edges/of her mind´s thin walls.¨

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SOME DAYS SHE DOESN'T.

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