Maybe Tomorrow Poem by Ernestine Northover
Maybe Tomorrow
She had to give her child away,
Only she, knew the circumstances,
Her heart, turning into clay,
As every new day advances.
The hurt becoming so acute,
How could she live this way,
Guilt was gradually taking root,
And nothing one could say,
Would take away the sorrow,
Would take away the pain,
Of wishing that maybe tomorrow,
She could hold her child again.
© Ernestine Northover
You've captured the incomprehensibility of this situation well, Ernestine. I can not even imagine. Nice one.
very touching poem.. was really touched reading this..thanks for sharing.. love and hugs, Meggie
Provokes feelings beyond words may say, very pathetic indeed. poetic words which are very deep. great awork. My regards.
Many think they know a situation best, but then, many have not been there! To truely know, sometimes we have to go through such a thing, only then are we quiet enough to listen, only then do we know of the conditions set and the pain involved This poem is a reminder, sensitively put, we must look in the mirror and before asking what would we have done in the same situation, ask our-selves are we capable of such things We must try our best to understand, then we may get a closer look at what it all entails A great poem with a strong message Love Duncan X
BEYOND GRIEF-STRIKING IS THE MERE THOUGHT OF SUCH TRANSPIRINGS AN EVERSO ELOQUENT SOBERMENT OFWORK....VERY, VERY WELL DONE ERNESTINE''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A very well-written and touching poem from the heart....