unfinished symphony

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Child of mine,

torn

from my gut

before

you could ever draw

the sharp breath of life,

Torn

by my grief and his

greed, left to

bleed

for months on end ---

my aching womb

the only sign

of you.

Ah, to see

your face.

And I, now

damned

to live on the sidelines

of other families' lives,

feeling their love

so deeply,

loving them

so deeply,

yet never quite able

to be one.

Child of mind,

my guilty sadness,

my unfinished symphony --

every note I sing

I sing

                       for you.

Ah,

to see

your face.

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