Elle Smith Poems

My Future Child
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Little Things


You holding my hand,
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Dementia
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You and me in that photograph,

time paused as each to the other we glanced.
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What if Land
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I'm looking in the mirror
what do I truly see?
Prototypes and models,
of different persons
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No time to hide.
No time to think.
The life inside me,
was no longer pink.
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My words reverberate,

I must pause before I say.
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Yesterday,

I did not know you,
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