Ten years ago today I had a miscarriage. I have talked about it before. So there isn't really anything new to say. But I can't seem to just let this day pass by unmarked.
Knitting
After three months
Of silent stitching
In that private rocking place
What finger let slip
What growing row of cells
Unravelled, loosing life and
Leaving the lap empty?
Amy Olson-Binder
4 comments:
As always, the poem is perfect......
Mom
we love you!
I agree with your mom. :)
Ditto to Liv & your mom.
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