Wednesday 23 April 2014

Poem for Poppy Rose

On 13th January my niece gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.  Sadly she was stillborn.  I wrote this for them.

Nine months inside the womb, tight curled.
Bud that will never bloom, tight furled.
Forever sleeping, the small whorls of her hands
Leave fingerprints upon our hearts
The faintest trace upon this world.

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