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A Mother's Touch
I was barely out the womb
she held me in her arms
her cold fingertips grazing my cheek
my first memory of life is death
the warmth
mother bleeding...
she held me in her arms
her cold fingertips grazing my cheek
my first memory of life is death
the warmth
mother bleeding...
Published 23rd Jun 2013
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Anonymous
23rd Jun 2013 6:20pm
Damn, this is one of the saddest poems I've ever read on this site, but I must confess, I think it could be slightly longer. It's conveyed well what you meant and all, but I think adding a few extra lines would touch this poem a little better!
