A Child Cold And Gone Poem by Doris Cornago
A Child Cold And Gone
Rounding a curve saw myself
Picking up a child, holding
Him close to my breast
Encouraging him
To suck, be
Content
Not
To
Fret
About
Tears wet
On my cheeks
Wondering about
Tomorrow and tomorrow
Now, down the road, I see
Myself, deep in grief, losing that
Child that nuzzled, now cold and gone
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: child,death,memory,mother and child ,sadness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life is so brief. We really don't know what's in store or how long we could hold on to our bundle of joy. I've lost a son when he was just 24 years old, died in his sleep. How unfair is that? But I've blotted the pain from my memory and remember again only now, as part of my cleansing, through a poem.: -)
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