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To my daughter that never was
I sit in a passenger seat
watching night’s wheels
drive towards the car
noise
and colour
softly blurring
I wonder
if that too was what
you were, my dear
passing light
kaleidoscopic
nothingness
a journey we once took
together in the deathly
December
dark
Published 7th Jul 2024
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Anonymous
- Edited 15th Feb 2025 10:45pm
7th Jul 2024 9:11pm
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7th Jul 2024 10:00pm
Thankfully this was a topic from the past, but every now and then it gets a few thoughts. I guess it’s come up a bit over the last few days.
I think I’ve pretty much made my peace with not being a Mum in this life. Thanks for the kind words though. ☺️
-M
I think I’ve pretty much made my peace with not being a Mum in this life. Thanks for the kind words though. ☺️
-M
Anonymous
- Edited 15th Feb 2025 10:45pm
9th Jul 2024 10:31pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 7th Sep 2024 3:45pm
8th Jul 2024 2:35am
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