Untitled Poem by Mike Smith
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When you were born
Nothing else seemed to matter
Then my heart was torn
My life couldn’t have been sadder
One of you I had to loose
Complications would let one live
Why did I have to choose?
Spare you both, for my life to give
It wasn’t my choice to make
I cried, they told me to hurry
Why couldn’t your mom be awake?
My decision, heartache, worry
I chose you my son
It was harder then you’ll ever know
Why could they only save one?
At least I’ll see you grow
When we’re alone every night
Laying next to each other
Cry as I often do
I can still see your mother
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4/26/2024 11:49:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think this is poem where the last line could also be the title. Oh Mike! This is a heart-breaking write. I hope it isn't real. I like the use of the word 'loose.' When I first read this, I wasn't sure where you were taking the reader, but I was uncomfortable. Well written and difficult at the same time. These are the kinds of choices not to be made, but I guess sometimes they must.
No it isn't real, thank goodness. Thank you. I do like your idea of using the last line as the title. Thanks