Submissions by MyHiddenTreasure (KD)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Jul 2019 1:50pm
1st Jul 2019 1:50pm
To my dead son...
Dear Son,
I haven’t written in two months. You would be four months now, had it all gone well...
It’s been eight months since your premature birth and death.
The pain is still fresh
The tears fall faithfully each day
The heart wonders if it’s better to faint now or wait for a better way
It’s been eight months since... & I’ve already forgotten what my face was like, before the streaks of tears became a permanent wear.
With love,
Your unworthy mommy
I haven’t written in two months. You would be four months now, had it all gone well...
It’s been eight months since your premature birth and death.
The pain is still fresh
The tears fall faithfully each day
The heart wonders if it’s better to faint now or wait for a better way
It’s been eight months since... & I’ve already forgotten what my face was like, before the streaks of tears became a permanent wear.
With love,
Your unworthy mommy
#love
#grief
#hope #IMissYou
#hope #IMissYou
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