Poems About Life, Death, Being
the close reality of the death
deeply moved me
when a dear friend of mine said:
- I had a miscarriage -
twins, they were,
the two gentle souls
have decided to depart before we even met
A tear rolled over my cheek seeking a refuge from light!
Twins - whispered a silent sadness in her voice
Can I help? Can we help? Can anyone help?
From one to two,
from two to four
from four to none
Destined & predestined, written & re-written
within her womb, within our words within my thoughts
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